But I don’t see the difference
You’re closer than my veins are At night I say a little prayer
To wake up and not find you there
Still residing inside of my heart I try to rip you off my skin
But you’re attached deeply within
Between memories and old scars I ruin this perfect picture
Of you and me together
I taint it with black tears and tar How I hate photographs
The happiness we used to have
Seems unrealistic and exceedingly far Let it all burn to the ground
We are all destined to fall down
I just pray next time I don’t fall this hard
Riveting piece; your own composition or…?
Yes it’s my own composition
But what has happened to you?
Everything seemed fine: trip to Europe, novel finished, exams passed, medical campaigns led to success… then suddenly you are back to I-try-to-rip-you-off-my-skin mood?
p.s.
don’t tell me “it’s just a poem”; it’s never “just a poem”…
natalia, lol i guess i’ll explain everything in the next post
it’s not “just a poem” it’s never just a poem lol you’re right
jameeel jiddan =D
Thanks jiddan =D
Ameen!!
True they might have been great memories but it’s true they will be forgetten one day, yeah one day
But until that day comes…..
Those memories will always be remembered LOL