Real World Poem by lara arnaout

why am i afraid
and when i see him i blush red
and his love cant leave my heart or brain
while others treat love as a trade
and his picture cant leave my head

when he leaves i feel like i am in a grave
as if i am the beauty and he is the brave

i think about him all the time
doing something he hates is like doing a crime

i love you is a word
for me it is an another world
but will he say it to me
i hope so we will see

if i am going to get this word
or i am going to find my self down to the real world