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Nov 2011 · 594
In The Black Of Night
Mai Mostafa Nov 2011
In the black of night, I wished time would stand still.
I dread the day, for it took away my dreams.
I glue myself to bed for hours,
Hoping his memory would visit me.

In the black of night, he wished time would stand still.
He’d fancy my smile, as he reads my words.
Oh how he longs for my touch!
Oh how I wish I could hold him once more..

Time passes us by, as we fall in love again.
His words, his smile; they excite every bone in my body.
I sometimes even shiver, as he speaks softly to me.
Then get lost in his eyes, as I feel their embrace.

He’d comfort me with wise words,
And linger over my innocent beauty.
Amidst the trees, under the stars,
He’d feel me fall into pieces in his arms.

“You cannot control fate, dearest love”,
I whisper to him in a shaking voice.
“Oh dearest love, you’ll forever live within me”,
He replies, as he holds my trembling hand.

Thousands of words speak their own,
As we wander across the path of our broken dreams.
We found love in the dark,
And watched the day take it away.

In the black of night, we wished time would stand still.
Time grew us apart, though we’ll live within each other.
Time, stand still, for he longs for more of me.
Time, stand still, for I long for more of him.
Oct 2011 · 483
Love, I'm through with thee
Mai Mostafa Oct 2011
Several arrows aimed at my heart

I let them pass right through me.

Wounds heal, but only one remains.

It kills me gently; keeps me up all night.

I think of all the things I can do just to make it leave,

But it’s here to stay.

I even tried embracing the pain,

Maybe then, it won’t hurt as much,

But in vain

It’s here to stay.

It hits me, once I see happiness,

Reminds me that I shouldn’t be.

Hovers all over me, once I know joy.

Tells me not to feel,

Asks me to stay cold,

For only happiness brings pain

And I have no more place for wounds.

I have nothing left to give.

“Love makes you grow weaker”, it says.

I must not feel or think,

For if I do, it will be there to stop me.

These wounds will start surfacing,

And I will be nothing but a shell of who I used to be.

My heart tells me not to despair,

But my mind tells me to shut if off.

Love, what have you done to me?

Love, why can’t you let me be?

Love, I have loved you,

Why didn’t you love me?

Love, you picked me up,

Why did you drown me?

Love, I’m through with thee,

For only you brought me to the ground.

Only you made me someone else other than me.

Only you caused these wounds.

Burn with rage, my love,

For you cannot reach me.

Burn with rage, my love,

For I won’t let you catch me.

— The End —