This week i haven't wrote a single poem,
and i felt so alone surrounded by a crowd.
I felt like a stranger in my own home,
and no use if i screamed my pain out loud.
I'm feeling rabid emotions in my heart,
i'm feeling lost for some thing i never knew.
Time passes me by and taring me apart,
just for me to know i am missing you.
And that's not all that i feel,
then what would make this a different poem?
Some times i think that my life isn't real,
and there is nothing belongs to a world of my own.
I remember times when i could never get enough,
of the words you say to me and your smile.
I remember times when i used to see love,
in people's eyes and faces and every mile.
I still see that but not the same way,
not when i'm without you all the time.
Not when i saw you walking away,
not when i'm having doubts in what's mine.
Still i think of what would ever make,
this poem different from any other.
But every poem will be for your sake,
maybe it's different because we love each other.
Eman Awad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-different-poem/
