I find my self lost, undefined
through your subtle sadness...

You brought in peace
by leaving...

And suddenly everything was grey,
including yellow...

I love you, except that everything
I fall in love with is a fantasy...

Supposed to bed under Sad poems, but ya nature...

True, writing poems
doesn't mean I'm a poet...

I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...

Proudly ineffective;
worn like a stitch of old wool...

Chirp oh bird as loud
as you never could...

Precociously; I have approached
unsecured gates of a darker world...

When I curved rainbows
behind your horizons...

Free Verse
by: Rania Moallem...