Mark Poem by Eman Awad

Mark, where have you been?
i've been crying and waiting just for you.
If they say our love is a sin,
i say sin is a virtue for a heart so true.
Lately, things got complicated,
i feel more alone than usual these days.
Like the void in me is overrated,
but i will love you for ever and always.
I've been to another land,
i've seen hearts of smiles and tears.
But only you could understand,
i can't believe it's been four years.
Yesterday is a dream of you,
and tomorrow, is a wish for us to meet.
Four years and i'm not over you,
your name still makes my heart to beat.
I think i've found some one,
and this story isn't like yours, a tale.
I admit i confess to find it gone,
it's another story of how my heart fails.
I think i know him well, i believe,
but it's a long way to go to reach an end.
When we're together, i'm reliefed,
i admit soon enough, to stop the pretend.
But love's still a mystery to me,
and since you've left, i seeked a solution.
Is it a life, a dream, a memory,
i end up saying never to love is a resulotion.
Here i am, confused, trying to comprehence,
but i'm alone in this like each time, Mark.
Why don't you come running in my defence,
why life after you became unfair and dark? ?
I thought i'd tell you that life goes on,
maybe to convence my self that it did go.
But i'm standing still, on my own,
trying to love and regret and let it go.
Mark, why am i so sad,
i'm holding on to you to prove i was alive.
You're all i've ever had,
but your smile no longer makes me survive.