By: Aya Naser Qadoumi

Deep conversations
Long gone sensation
Hopeless longing
To something fading

Deep confession
Huge concession
Met by disapproval
And denial of feelings

Love oppressed,
Denied till dead
But almost true
That love to you

Deep confession
Replaced by oppression
Countless efforts
To show the opposite

You say you’re done
Of feelings, there is none
So am I
But these conversations
Almost true

Oh, darlin’
We both know
What we say is
Almost true

Your disapproval
Of my confession
My denial
To your thinking
Is almost true

I am gone
Your seeking me,
Your confession
Replaced by my oppression
‘cause darlin’
You and I
Almost true