Kiss Ya Goodnight Poem by Mustafa Ghuneim

Papers crunch under my feet,
Every word has a meaning,
Every rhyme has it's beat;

Sick minds use words to fulfill their needs,
Couple of words written on a tee or in a feed,
Or in commercial to sell weed;

But all the words I will write,
and no matter how would it be deep,
I won't get my girl back to leeds;

My eye ball hurts, the dawn time comes,
Another day with all the pain and all the harm,
Another day to suffer more, of memories;

I am happy, if you're happy,
but I would be happier if I got you,
Words, maybe full of greed;

What I want, What I need,
Is another word,
To know how are you!
What do you feel!

Do you still watch the moon?
What a wonderfull scene,
I will look at the moon and it's shining light,
and most important of all, I will give you a kiss,
for a good night.