Maha Moustafa

Rookie (12-4-1995 / Alexandria, Egypt)

Another Way To Say: I Don'T Really Know What's Wrong - Poem by Maha Moustafa

Impossible tracks
vague explanations
fragile feelings
scattered songs
lost words
a lie inside truth
blur images
smiles hiding tears
fake & true beauty
mistakes & decisions
picking seems as hard as a rock

Swaying on Mozart
crying on rap
they all happen ~ from time to time
rain falls in summer
sun shines in winter
moon hides the sun
stars disappear
even straight lines break
all those constants vary
How come such a complexity
won't fall off sanity road?

Extremes plot higher points
from those standard on the line
messing seems to arrange at times
breaking heals at others
illusions maybe real
dreams might come true
secrets reveal

Sacrifices makes a one win
the heart that gives gathers
pretty much confessions
at the end
many facts are proven
yet we start from a white scratch

At night I wake
during day I fake
a reason to ensure I'm fine
but when I really am
I hold the joy rope tied

Being careless really works
too bad I could never be
I left it to thee
for those who think
messing around is fun
picking only every laughter
leaving behind healing another

I am who I like
I chose to be a coffee bean!


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010



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