Old Memories
A look at my old memories on the roof
They are enough for me as a proof
That one day , I was high in the sky of love
But I fell down as a wingless dove
They are covered by piles of dust
I thought that our hearts 'll never rust
But things go the other way of our will
As fate found nothing better than my soul to kill
I still feel every moment of it alway
Alone as a sailor shipwrecked castaway
Waiting for his rescue ship of love everyday
But maybe he shall wait till domesday
Maybe he shall wait till domesday
By: A. Badr
Copyright © Ahmed Badr | Year Posted 2016
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