Maha Moustafa

(12-4-1995 / Alexandria, Egypt)

Remember


with every sunrise
remember I was your everlasting sun
with every meal
remember I was the lasting taste
with every girl
remember I was you beauty
with every promise
remember I kept all mine
with every exam
remember I was by your side
with every success
remember I was you goal
with every problem
remember I drew your smile
with every love
remember you were my first
with every pain
remembr how you hurt me
with every request
remember I never declined any
with every picture
remember mine
with every break up
remember I never let go
with every time you study
remember I helped one day
with every betrayal
remember how loyal I was
with every love word
remember my tears
Remember
That I’ll never forget you

Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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