I thought i had an argument with words, <br />it's either i'm writing of pain or more pain. <br />And we agreed to crash those worlds, <br />which i've lived in all my life till i'm insane. <br />Let my come back be with a new meaning, <br />let my words tell of a new life that i don't crave. <br />A life that i'm already living, a new feeling, <br />let me give hope to my poems, let them feel safe. <br />I've lived each poem even if it's not my story, <br />i have been to places i've never been before. <br />I talk of them as if my children, with glory, <br />i've had my share of bad times, not any more. <br />This argument made me realise that i must return, <br />to the only thing i love the most, writing my heart out. <br />I know i've changed with all those lessons to learn, <br />i'll face the pain but a life without pain, that i doubt. <br />I guess i got tired of the memories i linger, <br />i'm making new memories for a new poem of mine. <br />July's poem with just nothing to remember, <br />if i'm not satisfied with my past life, <br />then i'll make a new one, i know i still got the time...<br /><br />Eman Awad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/july-s-poem/
