My Own Poem by Marnam Arsiya

Tears rolling down my cheeks,
I closed my eyes and looked around,
searching for.....
found nobody to call my own.


traumas I passed through,
some horrible scenes and I mourn.
so lonely, alone
though people were with frown.


I felt a caress on my face,
so gentle, reminds me of my own.
my head was on his shoulder,
was sleeping and its dawn.


I sighed! and hold him closer
closer and closer.....enough
looked into his eyes, sparkling
felt his touch, warm
and.......
thought! was looking for someone
in the people, worn
here is your love, one your own.