You are not an illusion put aside. I can actually see right through you.
You are not you. And I begin to crumple the paper;
Our crumpled hearts become indented.

They are black,
They are itched and dashed,
The hearts do not last.

You were once held.
You were once loved.

You. I draw the tracings of a ghost.
You. I draw the contours of silence edging the shape of lips,
And I touch the ink to my lips and begin to taste it.
The ink begins to flow as my tongue wets the ink.

This tongue of mine is now colored black
And you say, You said,
A heart is always ebony black.

My hair is black,
My lashes are long.
My heart is dark,
My cheeks are bones.
And the surface to my heart
Is hard, as hard as a rock.

You do not disappear.
You always come back.
You. You appear in a frame of a picture.
You. You continue to stare at a fixture.

As I draw our distance between a dream and fiction.
I have to tell you, I see right through you.
A heart of ebony black,
It is never as dark as ebony black.

Indented in our hearts is glass,
Do not pull it out.
Ebony black is not so bad.

I am not as before,
Everything in me has changed.
I am not the person you know,
The times have changed who I am,
I really was a person
Now I am a past.

Kil shy feni te’7a’wal
Im not the person you know
Il ze’man gha’yer o 7a’wal
And you no longer mind.

You are no longer on mind,
After you,
Its all more than enough.

Do not come asking,
Do not come wondering.
I have had enough of it all.
Seal your lips

Do not ask and wonder…

I am not anymore.
I am not a person you know,
I am not a person
I am a past,

When you go away

i will have no one.

What comes in a lifetime,
Only comes just once.
If the comings begin to hurt,
Then I promise,
To heal your restless heart.

A thousand condolences,
to the part you buried.
It still, is  hurting.

And, those thousand letters,
of intimate words,
that formed an echoing silence,
they were useless.

I gave you,
I gave
all of my hurt,
to you,
but it continues to hurt.

It is all in a lifetime,
And, it all,
just comes around,
just once.

madri w’esh agool..
madri la’ish kil’ma be’dait a’gtreb mink teb’te3ed 3ani o t’roo7..
madri la’ish kil’ma me’ni tej’ra7ik..
a’bd yoom ma kan 7el’mi eni a’jra7ik..
madri.. madri wa la’kin a’dri ena a’bd galbi ma ne’beth yo’m le ye’jra7k

madri

madri bs a7’taj .. madri bs wed’ii
madri bs adri .. madri bs a’gool
madri bs a7’taj a’gool
madri o la’kin ba’gool
re’thak enta ghali o a’dri

re’thak o  tad’ri
re’thak o wed’ii
re’thak o ad’ri
re’thak o madri

tad’ry

la .. la madry o la tadry

la bs ba’gool

a7ebik mot.

Do you know what it is?
Do you hear the effortless sigh that escapes?
Do you find it surreal?
Do you realize that I am real?

A tear falls,
The Lightening strikes,
And I am in your arms.
Time to stop.

My heart.

If I told you exactly what words do to me … Your gesture so small and irrelevant … I completely take you under resurfacing … I am all soaking wet … I turn and find you in between a line, so refined … Do you know how it begins ?

Touch my skin and take my words,
You can keep them against your heart ..

Drip, drop.

Drip, drop.

I shiver,
And it all stops.

It is a thunderstorm.
It is raining and tears continue to fall,
So tell me,
Have you found a story in his arms?

A dream I am,
You are not to wake.
But Time passes,
And so you wake.

Watch the rain kiss their skin.
Feel the heat of a cold night warm his eyes.
Touch the tears that descend onto her cheeks.

It just is a sad story ..
We titled unwritten ..
And still ..

Continue to watch,

The raining does not stop. The raining is endless.

I need the countless tears to kiss my skin,
And I need to feel complete again.
Please … I only wish for one thing.

Please let it rain.

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