The Poem That Was Never Written Poem by Eman Awad

He is like no other man,
not just because he had my heart.
But the touch of his hand,
promised me we'll never be apart.
I know he was like no other,
for no thought crossed my mind but his.
And i knew i'll never love another,
though he lost me in pain and lonliness.
He was that beautiful serene,
that i never had a chance to imagine for real.
He was the dream i've never seen,
and he was the love i never had a chance but to feel...

The poem that was never written,
that impossible poem of a distant ryhme.
The wish that never seemed to fit in,
the one i loved but never to be mine.
All i've ever dreamt of,
was some one that i can reach to.
I just wanted to be in love,
and to have a home to go back to.
It's strange how i never felt safe by his side,
but our story was more like a constant strife.
And he said he won't ever leave me behind,
as long as we are living but as far as i know,
he's still alive...
He was every thing i had but never actually own,
not just a poem i couldn't write though i've tried.
He was the one who taught me how to be alone,
and how to drown in the tears that i've cried.