By Bashair Pasha
you think i dont understand your pain
ive seen through you the whole time
a past hidden in fog,
dont think your alone
standing on the edge,
waiting to fall
im already waiting at the bottom,
my hands held out, steady,
wating,to catch the hopeless heap that is --
you
its OK, take a deep breath,
ive caught you already
you can relax now
i wont let go...
ever gain
i already have
enough regret on my hands
so, now, i give you:
my love
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Bashair Pasha is a poet and writer...and no, thats not a towel on her head, its a scarf :)...she loves meditating and vacationing in Egypt with her extended family. Hobbies include walking,abusing her kindle, sleeping,thinking, showering in the rain and super-speed writing.Oh, and shes bad at math and expressing her feelings through talking and would rather everyone wrote more than they blabbed. Contact her at pasha.bashair@gmail.com :)
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