Weary Words. Poem by Eman Awad

Even the words i write are tired,
but non of them really explained my pain.
I'm guilty for nothing but i admired,
you and your smiles that i forgot my name.
And i called you my life,
and i called your love my destiny.
But still i haven't survifed,
with your memory haunts me, constantly..
That smile, how didn't it belong;
to no angel, and how it fooled my all?
Why am i not together and strong?
i feel awaken just to linger and fall.
My life became nothing but sorrow,
and no cure for who are like me.
I'm broken but i pray that tomorrow,
some how you will come back to me.
Weary words, weary words,
i hear your voice saying in joy.
Can't you realise that love hurts?
is it my pain or my wounds you enjoy? ?
But you are right after all,
they are nothing but weary words indeed.
I don't know what to do at all,
my every thing hurts and my heart bleed.
But they are weary i know,
but they comfort me for a while.
It helps my pain not to grow,
recalling your savage smile..
Weary words they are,
but they are getting me by.
And you're still so far,
leaving me to tears i cry.
Weary words, weary words,
nothing i can do but writing weary words...