Maha Moustafa

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

My Forecast - Poem by Maha Moustafa

It feels cold, no matter what I wear
I’m still freezing… sea breeze smells fear
When I was wearing my summer dress I felt warm
I know what happened
His love was warm and safe
He was my warmth
Now I’m cold and alone
Vapors of water
Coming out of the shower
I drew a heart for K&S
But faded soon
I ran to my room
Locking myself saving my notes
They’re mine they make me feel him by my side
They confident me
If they are take, I’ll write them again
I memorize every word
I remember the feeling of each
How it was said and how it was written

I can tell a story of year
About every word
How it eases fear
And another month to tell
How three lines re-changed my whole life
Inspired a book of poems
And broke a heart
That still receive pulses
With your name on

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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