Leave me on a desserted island with nothing but a pen and a piece of paper; with those, I shall create myself another world.



Saturday, August 27, 2011

Til death deems me deaf.

In all foreign languages
A melody was sung
You stood there,
Young forever.
Eager as ever.
Vocals strong
With the perfect pitch
The perfect switch
From happy to mad
To angry to sad.
You caught me.
You taught me
You showed me
How to glide
With a hypnotic voice
That drowned an entire universe.
Sing me to the grave, will you?
With this never ending song -
Sing me to the grave.

2 comments:

Knee said...

I love how simple this is!! =) i really loved the middle part bezzat. You seem like a beautiful writer masha'allah!

Write on~

Yara Hani said...

Thank you so much, Nema =] !! It means alot begad! I havent been writing like I used to so this really is flattering =] !! thnx for the encouragement!