Fake Winter Poem by Eman Awad

I miss the life,
i miss the colours of the world.
This is my song, and i survive,
with the beat of each single word.
And this winter isn't cold,
it's like it's fake, so fake.
Salvation has no wings to be unfold,
and i can't handle another heart break.
I don't love winter or summer, i'm a gemini,
i love whatever is ever changing and in between.
But i died and i was torn when you said goodbye,
one winter and one of each season, was the best i've seen.
All in one year when i started to understand,
what i wish for and what i need and need not in my life.
He left and gone away forever, that man,
who meant some thing to me, and i started to miss the life.
And it was autumn, was it or spring?
some time ever changing like me, he visited the beach.
A beautiful and a silent song, he sing,
and then i wake up to my dreams so out of my reach.
It was the desert or was it the sky,
some where ever changing like me, he walked on water.
Where did he go, did he die?
was i his sister or was i his lover or was i his daughter? ?
But i smile, and why wouldn't i pretend?
i lost him, i lost my self, i lost the time, yes, i did.
Nothing and no dream would delay the end,
he said i'm beautiful, yes, that's what he said.
I miss the life, i miss what's true,
even the winter isn't all cold and rainy, it's fake.
I miss when you loved me and i loved you,
who's fault is this, and who's mistake? ?
The sky was never clear,
but i managed that once but now i can't.
Is it the tears i've cried or is it my fear,
to go on and suddenly end and never understand?
Never to know for sure what that is,
but i miss the life, the real life and a winter not so fake.
The deeds of the good heart and the loneliness,
are inseparable friends, and this rain fell down for your sake...