Morning And Nights.3 - Poem by Ala elouri
As the moment, I open up my eyes, I start to remember you and desire you more and more.
Every morning is just my mind refreshing its thoughts about you.
And In the late evening nights, as my eyes close; after dawn I dream of you and that you and I are going somewhere far.
The people think I'm crazy about you and that I'm in l0ve and I shall pay the pain.
Although, I think loving you is not something I can't control.
If It was in my hands, I'll forget you as soon as I can.
It's not that your not good with me or that you are always breaking my heart.
Yet, it's because at nights I can't sleep.
In morning days, I don't eat, just thinking of you all the t! me.
And sometimes in my days, I drink my cup of coffee because it's sweet and sour like the taste of your love.
You know something sometimes I think I am a fighter and a winner.
Do you know why?
Because I was able to steal your heart.
I was able to be in your heart.
But most importantly, I was able to handle my broken heart caused by you.<3
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