On The Third Week - Poem by Eman Awad
I turned around to find,
my little heart is breaking and bleeding.
Voices from the back of my mind,
and memories all around me are speeding.
So are the beats of my heart,
and the tears are running down my face.
Yes, he left me torn apart,
yes, he ran away from my place..
He told me that he's in love,
and he gazed away into my eyes.
I'm the one for him, i fly above,
running in my veins but yet he lies.
I saw all the signs in the world,
i knew he lies and he is used to cheat.
I cared for nothing but i'm his girl,
and he is the one making my heart to beat.
But my heart used to beat in fear,
what will happen with him tomorrow?
Scared all night lonesome with a tear,
and i sighed screaming out my sorrow.
And all went in vain,
just when i meet his smiles and words.
Why do i feel pain?
life is more than beautiful, nothing hurts.
I'm the one he can't live without,
i'm the one he loves till the end of his days.
I'm the one for him, why would i doubt?
that's the way things will go always...
And before the third week ended,
he let go of me and destroyed my dreams.
Yes, he lied to me and pretended,
our love is a fake and filled with seams.
I loved him i confess,
but he really hurt me in cold blood.
I loved him to death,
and he runs still in my blood..
Never thought that he would leave me weak,
unable to breathe and i'm feeling all alone.
I loved him more each day of every week,
three weeks i loved him madly but on my own.
I can't believe that he left the queen,
the queen of his land and his only love.
I can't believe i was never his dream,
and from where iflied i fell from above...
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