putting the tabs
on my
agenda
january
february
march
april
and my heart beat faster
and my hands shook
my thoughts raced
my lips curved..into a smile
a rush
of
adrenalin
april
sweet april
come so soon
will be in your arms soon
in your thoughts
and also
in your hands
april
sweet april
i can’t contain myself
my emotions race
faster
than
faster than my heart
faster than my thoughts
She called
She cried
I bled
He yelled
He broke
We bled
I stood
They tugged
He crushed
Seperated…physically
Attached…emotionally
Broken souls
Torn dreams
Two roads
One is them
One is I
I choose them
Will they choose I?
It will make me happy,
being miserable with them…
selfish
maybe
but I can’t leave them
longer
In the arms of the storm
In the coldness of those hallways
In the impersonal soul of that house
Where it is winter…all year round…
We still live in the dessert
the warmth of the scorching hot sun
Will never melt that winter
*playing in the background ~ itzhak perlman: chausson poeme*
قد الحروف اللي بأسامي العاشقين
بحبك
قدالثواني و الدقايق و السنين
بحبك
قد الهموم اللي فقلوب البشر
قد العيون اللي كاحلها السهر
قد ما قلبي اشتكى من نار حبك
قد ما ليلي حكى عن طول بعدك
قد الحروف اللي بأسامي العاشقين
قد الدموع اللي بعيون المجروحين
أنا بحبك
ليه القمر غالي علي؟
يمكن عشان في نوره و بعده في حاجة منك
ليه الشتا, فقلبي حزين؟
يمكن عشان فبرده و قساوته في حاجة منك
ليه السحاب بعشق بياضه؟
يمكن عشان زي قلبي فقربي منك
ليه المطر بيصعب عليه؟
يمكن عشان زي دمعي فبعدي عنك
ليه لما تبعد عن عينيه,بخاف عليه
و بخاف عليك
و منك
ليه لما اشوف فالسما نجوم كتير منها بغير؟
يمكن عشان
قد السما
و قد التجوم
بحبك
بحبك
I would give it all
if i knew it would take the pain away
I would give it all…
if only it would stop the tears
I would give it all
to see you smile
I would give it all
to feel your happiness
I would
give anything…
Looking at the sky..Grey..
knee length ivory coat
Turquoise scarf…
Waiting for the bus…going home
what I now call home..not for too long though
because I am coming back to you
to where home really is
your arms
and though you may never know
but
with you..it is just better to a greater extent
without you..I am not me
…here is my bus…
I wonder, will i be packing my bags soon?
Grey skies
cold wind
long winter coat
scattered thoughts
a mass of pain
heaviness
sorrow
but mainly confusion
hope is somewhere
needed to let go of the tension
decided to give you
a
look inside
inside my thoughts
letting go of the pain slowly…with every word
playing in the background *Shakira ~ Something*
