Bilal Khoukhi Poems

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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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 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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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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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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