I possibly will no longer relax along
the shores of someone's aquatic core...

You make me smile from behind
the curtains that I often cleanse...

L Hurts
by: Rania Moallem...

Free Verse
by: Rania Moallem...

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

I am done sewing metaphors
and painting happy endings...

Who said the sun sips
from the east...

When you're with me you're nothing
less than a skilled break dancer...

Every time I banish your face
off my head something holds...

About time I forgot,
your spits on my plate...

I had your eyes hunting
every place I ran to...

Someday I will discover
how to rest dignified...