Wilt - Poem by Eman Awad
I stood there, god only knows for how long,
i saw you dancing with her, holding her tight.
A beautiful slow dance and a beautiful song,
and a beautiful girl on such a wonderful night.
I saw you writing her letters and you forgot,
to hide them away, and i read them all by the way.
It seems like a life time, you both share a lot,
and there's a letter for every memory in each day.
I heard you whisper her on the phone,
i heard the joy in your voice while you sing.
I realised each minute that i'm so alone,
i've lost my pride and i've lost every thing.
All at a sudden, i didn't see that coming,
you look into my eyes, like you look into air.
And i stand still, though time is running,
i just wait for you, but you're never there.
And i'm tired of acting like i don't know,
i had to tell you that i'm dying before i'm dead.
You were never happier and it all show,
it's her smiles at you, it's those words she said.
I smile those smiles and i try to find,
beautiful words to say, but i'm not given a chance.
I thought it over and over in my mind,
but i can't stay any longer after the amazing dance.
I feel like you're blooming and you're living,
i'm happy for you, i swear to you that i really am.
It's beautiful how you're taking and giving,
why wouldn't a devoted wife be happy for her man?
I think i know where i'm headed finally,
and i think i'm sure of the way you felt.
I can go on telling my self, he never loved me,
i can say that and still breathe and still smile and still wilt.
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