The Endless - Poem by Eman Awad
He loves her since he knew his name,
and he sees no other girls but her only.
He can walk through fire and take the blame,
and he awaites her if she left him lonely.
They named their children one day,
and they chose the colour of their living room.
Her smile still sweep him away,
she's to him, a rose always in time to bloom.
He told me he'll never love another,
no matter what people would say about her lying.
Being with her in a way or another,
is better than lonesome nights he spend crying.
He never said, i feel in love or i'm in love,
he always say, it's endless how i feel.
And that's is the worst you can think of,
it's never ending, a way beyond real.
And she comes to me in regret,
enough to that look in her eyes, i can't stand her tears.
I find me eager to forget,
if i'm sure that i'm with her today, far from my fears.
I know she kills me acting like this when she know,
i'll always forgive and i'll always forget and i'll always love.
He told me that her name makes his stars glow,
makes him fly with no specific reason and that's tough.
What if she loved another guy,
what if she died before he did?
Will he go crazy or just die,
and then he cries to those words he said.
And that reminded me of how i feel for you,
in a way but the difference was so clear.
I can live without you, i just don't want to,
being alone was always my greatest fear.
I know it's true i'm in love with you, i guess,
but your lies i could never forgive i'm not like my friend.
And when we said goodbye, that i confess,
i felt free from guilt and pain, i just won't pretend.
That's why i couldn't imagine further than today,
and i couldn't love our home and our life yet to be real.
That's why i stopped getting so swept away,
i just knew, it was never endless the way i used to feel...
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