Thrown like a scratch paper in the hand of the wind… <br />In a cold winter when everything freezes… <br />Your skirt was flying… <br />My body was dying… <br />With the sorrow of you…leaving me… <br />It seems I had an unlucky date! ! ! <br /> <br />The paralysis was invading my heart… <br />A jungle took the place of peace in my mind… <br />Your harsh words taste like a poem of mud… <br />All the dreams of roses were killed in their bed… <br />As if there is a massacre of million bud… <br />Without the color of red, without the smell of perfumes… <br /> A crime without a proof of the blood! ! ! <br /> <br />Go… Go… <br />My DESTINY to be A Martyr of Love… <br />What can I say? ? ? <br />I was born to die for the sake of my feeling… <br />My body and my heart…to be buried… <br />Without even a simple pray! ! ! <br />What can I say? ? ? <br /> <br /> Wael Karameh <br /> August 23,2009.<br /><br />Wael Karameh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-drop-of-blood-on-a-scratch-paper/
