Bilal Khoukhi

Old times
Yesterday sure feels like old times
We were lovers, we were good friends
I laughed at her jokes and witty puns
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Humble beginnings are the ones that were hard
Momma crying, begging me not to go so far
I held my tears as I held her tight
I said momma forgive me, but I need a start
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I will remember you
As the girl from down the street
The street in that French state
A dream place, that's now obsolete
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Change, I need to make some change

Like a bird, I want to leave this cage
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She stood up, and started to dance on her toes
I asked her to sit down, she must take it slow

Tunisia, Egypt, Libya & Syria.. what else to blow?
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I want to say goodbye, I wanna get lost
Literally lost in this ugly yet beautiful world
I want to hide in the dark like a ghost
In a distant place to heal my wounds
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When you get to the top, you think you can fly
Your only mistake would be forgetting to look down
To see your feet touching a surface of some kind
To remember you're a human, not better than anyone
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Deep down I ask if I am looking, Am I looking?
Looking to find, or to be found I am looking?
Inside my chest my heart is glass, is it broken?
I am not broken, I am sure, here is my token
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Dandelions like my hair are grey
They grow tall to get blown away
The gentle wind makes them sway
It makes them dance, kind of shy
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A worthless quarter of a dollar laying around
It caught the attention of the homeless man
Challenge accepted. He will get it if he can
'I'll save it' He said, 'For the grand plan'
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I am sorry I let you down
It is my fault I am not around
Our story is over, and so are we
it was a mistake, not purposely
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She's only a child, riding her bike
Injustice brought you to her land
Only to kill, destroy and steal
To be unjust, what does it feel like?
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All that is hidden above you beautiful earth
Unseen beautiful hearts and souls
The good look bad as the bad show their worth
Lovers sneak to steal kisses and growls
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You shot me, you almost killed me
Your words penetrated my body
They reached my heart, but no, you didn't break me
I have paid the fee, fully, for my stupidity, I trusted you
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You wash your face with my tears
No need to pretend
Everything is clear
My heart is torn into pieces
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I turned from the sadist I was
To the masochist I never thought to be
Squeeze my heart
It tickles
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Keep some tears
© Bilal Khoukhi

Up stairs in your room
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My heart is a haunted room
A womb, destined to be sterile
A flower that can never bloom
Ceased it is, in a deceased body
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Dancing on the sound of nothing
In silence screaming my name
Dancing your way my direction
As if things were still the same
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