Trojan Poem by Eman Awad

I made this promise to my heart,
it's a promise we'll keep till we die.
We won't risk getting a new start,
and no more of those tears we cry.
I can't believe how strong you made me,
and how broken you made me as well.
I believed that you will live to love me,
but yet you lived to make my life a hell.
I don't blame you, you never knew love,
and it's when you can't describe how you feel.
You always get your way with words and it's not enough,
you have to figure out a way to make it real.
I followed my heart and i won't do otherwise,
except for you, my heart always come to my rescue.
It manages to keep the pain so it won't show in my eyes,
it hid all of my sadness and it even made my happiness look true.
My heart is my hero and at the day of goodbye,
i said after my heart hiding my tears and we saved the day.
And my heart promised that it's kindness won't die,
that it'll just hide it till we meet the one and get swept away.
A fighter who fought misery and i live,
you won't take her smile, says my heart.
I know that with such a heart i'll survive,
and i'll pass you by and maybe i'll tare you apart.
I took your hand and you took forever,
but my heart tells you that you didn't take the time.
I may cry that we aren't together,
but a few days later i'll be happy that you're not mine.
I don't miss you and my heart, the poet,
ryhmes this life and it finally made sense.
I did fall in love and i certainly show it,
and you're just the guy who didn't comprehence.
I don't love you and my heart, the trojan,
keeps me from crying and it still conquer lands.
Lands of bad memories and hazes of confusion,
lands of days with you and a breaking illusion,
i'll be fine with this heart, i know it understands.
It's the one who talks to you like you're air,
it's the one who passes you by like you're not it's love.
It sees you not, it doesn't feel you there,
and it doesn't pretend, it tasted pain till it got enough.
And my heart, the worrier, the victorious,
assures me that i'll love again, one more time in this life.
And my heart, my rock, the glorious,
it got over you and so do i, it was all just a worthless strife...