My Heart In New York Poem by Taher Shemaly

And I could write a thousand letters,
just to say how much are the pains,
But my mind is absent now and I,
would lose it all to some paperplanes.

And to think about what the hell is,
going on in my mind inside out,
I just realized I'm crying alone so far,
not even a glance of her is about.

And if you think climbing Everest is hard,
or surviving the middle night sun is fun,
then maybe you can,
bring my heart back,
from New York.

Minutes passed away and I was thinkin',
why life got so hard for any survival?
You know the things in the usual days,
just like everyone is turning suicidal.

And if tomorrow is not soon arriving,
I'm not giving a damn about it,
what is tomorrow, anyway you tell me,
when you know nothing about it?

And if you think climbing Everest is hard,
or surviving the middle night sun is fun,
then maybe you can,
bring my heart back,
from New York.

pulse in a pulse,
carried away overseas,
there in a horizon...
shall I ever see?
you tell me...

And if you think climbing Everest is hard,
or surviving the middle night sun is fun,
then maybe you can,
bring my heart back,
from New York.