He needed
me
like I am his
symbol
Or Iam his
favorite lung
To breathe and vent
He complimented me always
As Iam the human's gift
Praised always my wisdom
My literature in any hint


The Deft........By Aisha Razem






He needed
me
like I am his
symbol
Or Iam his
favorite lung
To breathe and vent
He complimented me always
As Iam the human's gift
Praised always my wisdom
My literature in any hint
He said my face reflects the Skye's blessing
In the face of moon
And sunset
His Love to me
covers the east
Floods the west
No one can
stop him
from loving me
Even if his pulse
tears his chest
Or his enviers
fight his name
He will print
By his blood
my name to shift
The pain
from my fingers
And drift!!!
Grabs his enemy's
bones as grist
I used to pray
for god first
And to his heart
Created to melt
My heart with his
In faith of heaven,
honesty, love
so was built
On throbbing feelings
Without any guilt !!
One day he showed up
With a full courage bent
he wore the silky anti bullet vest
I saw
His palms
So long down
and down
offering
his pronoun
Oh pronoun
To rent !!!!!
So .......!!!
How his tender heart
Turned to be
a piece of flint
when I had
to remind him of my
prayers
He wept
Kneeled on my feet
ready to shrift
I found how big
was the theft!!!

*********

I know he was
one of the best
But he adored
the politic as harvest
he wore the silky anti bullet vest
I heard the people pointing at him
Oh: that celebrity is really handsome
and really deft !!
Since then
He found no spot
to bend in love
or to lean in rest
Or any arm
to hug his chest
That lost his heart
And was extracted
by his own fist
Bled over
And over
His arm and wrest
He is not
my anything I kept
Or any more
my heart guest
He tried to
return when
I
Completely left




Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2008-02-16 at 19:33

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