8: 00 Am Poem by Eman Awad

Another morning, just another day,
it's 8: 00am and i'm still awake.
I try to sleep and i dream away,
while still my heart didn't break.
My night is day and my day is night,
i'm waiting when you say goodbye.
Tears and pain are in my sight,
i cry now but when you come i won't cry,
i'll try...
And then i gaze upon a new word,
and it turns into a poem with a good ryhme.
It will never be the end of the world,
if we were apart and our love gets out of time.
But i'll miss you badly after,
how will i be able to ever forget?
And how will i let go of laughter?
praying every day that you'll regret.
I won't be able to see your smile,
or hear your sweet talk on the phone.
Getting over you will take me a while,
a while when i will be so alone.
You are the reason why,
all my poems just seem to ryhme.
I know i will cry,
knowing you are no longer mine.
Then i hear the phone ring,
and i pick up to know it's you.
It's the most painful thing,
when it's the last talking to you.
Then you tell me not to be sad,
that you didn't call yesterday.
And that you drove me mad,
but you are very sorry, you say.
And you tell me you got things to do,
but when you tried to call i wasn't there.
And then you didn't know what to do,
and you say that you don't find that fair.
You ask me if i am allright,
and why my voice is sad like this.
I just didn't sleep all night,
but surely you i really missed.
And then i realise that i'll see your smile,
and hear your voice every day at eight.
I just need to remember charging my mobile,
but i always know about it so late...