Pen cried...

pen cried before my eyes...

in a night , sadly night...

in a nook from my darkest room...

held my pen to pen my worries and heartache..

suddenly,,,

my pen slipped away from between my fingers..

and runaway from me...

went after it to get it back...

but it runaway again from me and my fingers..

got wondered and asked it...

o my only pen..

o my poor pen...

you are running away from me..?

or from my sadly fate...?

answered me with a voice...

sadly voice with an unhappy tone...

o my dear doleful poet...

got tired...

tired from writing those sufferance...

and your misery...

can`t bear any more...

can`t draw more wounds..

its wounds me as you are..

feeling your pains my poet..

with every line i draw..

can`t bear any more..

please mercy me and leave me alone...

leave me ,..

let me draw your happiness..

let me pen about your meeting with your sweetheart...

please my poet...

go there...

there where your angle waiting you..

waiting there for you...

waiting to give her a love that you both dreamt about..

there where you both can create a reality..

the reality of a lovers whom they belongs one to the other..

please my dear sweet writer..

sweet lover..

there she is ..

go for her and get away what you hide inside your heart...

and tell her about your love...

there i will be with you...

you both...

so close to you..

there to write about your great love...

the love that no one ever heard about...

please my poet...

let me pen a happiness instead of sadness..

she is waiting you...

by: hazem02@yahoo.com