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Aya Nasr

Rookie - 11 Points (17/9/1993 / cairo, Egypt)

Rude & Jealousy


Being rude is cause of my jealousy
When you burn me inside with no mercy
When I see you attracted to her like she's sexy
And in fact everything on her so stinky
Yes I'm rude and I don't care about your blames

Cause you hurt my feelings and playing games
And youre the one who makes flames
Yes its hard when I let you sleep with your sadness
But what shall I do when you wakeup my madness
Yes I'm kind but don't let that make you blind
Cause I still remember the scars you left behind
I will not forgive easily I'm not that kind
So wakeup and refresh your mind
Maybe I'm a close friend to my weakness
But I really appreciate how precious is the forgivness

Submitted: Thursday, January 10, 2013
Edited: Friday, January 11, 2013

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  • Freshman - 2,239 Points Patricia Grantham (8/24/2013 2:23:00 PM)

    When someone treats us unkindly we tend to try and get back at
    them. Forgiving the one who offends us or hurt our feelings is not
    easy but we try anyway. It is not a weakness but a strength. Nicely
    written. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points Mohammad Muzzammil (1/13/2013 12:03:00 AM)

    Very nicely expressed your emotions with wit and heart. The last two lines of your poem is praiseworthy:
    Maybe I'm a close friend to my weakness
    But I really appreciate how precious is the forgiveness (Report) Reply

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