The Way I Used To Be Poem by Eman Awad

Maybe they don't understand,
just like the way i used to be.
I thought my heart is in my hand,
and no love would ever grow in me.
Like i said that love is a game,
and it's no game that would last my life.
Through the days i knew my name,
and who i am so that i would survive.
But his smile is a gale,
and i wasn't that strong to defend.
As when he's gone, my face is pale,
sorry, i went too far that i couldn't pretend.
I have some friends asking of love,
they ask just like the way i used to be.
The way i feel for him is enough,
to take us both through the eternity.
It's mostly close to heaven on earth,
and my heaven is in his eyes.
It's the happiness in every verse,
it's owning the world and no other wise..