Maha Moustafa

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

Dear Friend... - Poem by Maha Moustafa

I was sitting when I saw him
I was talking
When I heard him
I was walking when I followed him
I was sending
When I received from him
We were talking till I liked him
He was caring
Till I loved him

We were flying
Up with the stars
We were swaying
Till eternity with our songs’ lyrics

Till one day

We fell apart when he walked
When I broke
He hurt me
When I needing him the most
Now I miss him

But we can’t retell the story

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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