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In my dreams,
In my thoughts,
While I laugh,
While I cry,
Deep down in my inside,
Something screams, it’s my inner child,
Come back to me!
I miss your lips, I miss you eyes.
I miss your touch, I miss your smile!
This “M I S S” does not even match what I feel now
But what can I say?! You can't see my tears so you understand what I going through.
I’m losing my rhythm in every move.
My child is looking for a knife to kill me through.
What can I do, what can I do?
Tell my lord I’m so immature.
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To me, writing poems is like when I need to scream and get everything out of me!
It's food for my soul!
It's like the crying of a child asking for his toy!
It's like the most beautiful view on earth!
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Milva | Nov 25th, 2004
Karim, I very like that poetry!!!
I wold talk with you abut this. Anna
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