We are afraid.
Hope was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.
She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!
Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.
False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;
Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne’er returned again!
Emily Jane Brontë
My broken heart
Is on every pavement
Of this city
Are in every corner
In every neighborhood
Cairo is a cold man
And love never gets through
The man who never reacts
To taking your virginity
Keeps fucking me tenderly when am about to leave
And harshly when am in desperation
The man who would never be with me
But never let me be
He ruined my heart
Has eaten away my mind
Mocks my sense
Until am insane
Then asks me to have sense again