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elouazzani kenza Oct 2014
Of course it was something strong,
The way we used to look at each-other
And laugh at the same time,
Kiss each-other
Slowly, furiously, hungry and angry...
The way i used to lay on his back,
The way he used to hold my hand,
And we keep laughing and laughing
Crying sometimes,
Crying most of the time
And we hug each-other
He dries my tears
I kiss his lips
And we laugh, sing, dance and dream
He gets jealous,
I get mad,
He goes crazy, I go crazy
He holds my hand,
Puts a ring in it
We laugh again
We cry again
It sure wasn't something in vain
The way he used to kiss my lips
the way i used to take off his shirt
And we make love to each-other
Slowly, furiously, hungry and angry...
The way he used to take my pictures
The way i used to love his pictures
The way we imagined the future
Us,
Together,
For good and bad
Us,
Forever..

Of course it was something strong,
Our promises, our happiness
Our memories,
Our songs, dances and dreams
Our games
Our love..
The way we stared at the stars
The way we contemplated the moon
The way he laughed at my jokes
The way we danced in the dark
And we grab each-other
Slowly, furiously, hungry and angry..

And he's gone
And I'm here
Alone...
He disappears
But not from my dreams
And life isn't the same without him
My hands are cold
My lips are cold
I cry again
I cry a lot
And all the sad songs were about him
And all the tragic stories were about me
And all it was left for me
Is wishing,
One day he comes back to me..

Of course it was something strong
The way i couldn't finish this poem
The way all the words in the world aren't enough
To express my feelings
Or to tell our story...

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