Mohammad Taha Effendi Poet Lyric

Without You

"Without You"
By M. Taha Effendi

(Ballad)

Every day without her I spend crying,
praying there's always a smile on her face.
i'm tired of hiding from her that i'm lying,
i'm tired of hiding that i'm losing my grace.

She called me last night to ask if i'm well.
I lied,"i have a girlfriend now... I'm alright."
she's unaware, actually i'm going through hell,
for i still dream about her every single night.

I still walk the streets alone, she doesn't know,
every night i think of her with someone else.
With every tear i shed, my love will only grow,
can't she see that when i lost her, i really fell?

but I'll never let her know that i'm hurt,
I'll hide my face from her whenever i frown.
and I'll fake a smile when it hurts me the most,
because I don't want to cast her down.

I'll tell her only what she wants to hear,
just so that she won't feel so bad.
I'll pretend to her that I do not care,
because I don't want to make her sad.

Every day without you I spend crying,
but I still pray there's a smile on your face.
and in my heart I sure feel like dying,
because your memories I just cant erase.

You'll hear from me everything that you need,
just so that you won't feel so bad.
I'll pretend to you that I do not bleed,
because I dont want to make you sad.

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Pandita Sietesantos February 16, 2015 at 9:36 AM Wow! This is one deep powerful, excellent write that I enjoyed reading! I love the flow, imagery, and expression of emotions! Well done, my friend! I rate this a solid "7!"Pandita

Elizabeth Wesley October 23, 2012 at 1:56 PM Yeah Taha without you we seem to have poverty in our reading list. Life keeping you busy? Miss you and hope all is OK !

Elizabeth Wesley April 1, 2012 at 12:06 PM How we deceive ourselves trying to deny what needs to be brought to light. Could this be from a personal experience? Sometimes the lessons are hard. Always a treasure to read your poems Taha, hope all is well with you. Luv, Lizzie

Alexey Fedorov March 23, 2012 at 1:57 PM You know this state of soul is a result of eastern culture and particullarly very Islamic. I suffered it too and it is really damaging Mohammad Taha Effendi April 23, 2012 at 6:25 AM The Humanities is a vast subject that transcends the boundaries of race, religion, caste, creed, geography etc. Hence, to say that broken hearts and anguished souls are only restricted to eastern culture, or to Islam in particular, is not justified Alexey. More often do we listen to brilliantly composed western songs that betray strong unmistakable signs of an anguished heart. If such emotions were limited only to eastern culture, there wouldn't be any great native English writers.

M. Hussain Effendi November 5, 2011 at 11:25 PM This a good poem, Taha. Just for the record, the tale you've told usually has the worst fate. You should check-out the poem "Like roses we grow" by Laura Breidenthal

Mohammad Yamin September 11, 2011 at 9:25 PM This is a good Love Poem. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks also for your encouraging comments on my poem The Old Man of Merces.