This week i haven't wrote a single poem, <br />and i felt so alone surrounded by a crowd. <br />I felt like a stranger in my own home, <br />and no use if i screamed my pain out loud. <br />I'm feeling rabid emotions in my heart, <br />i'm feeling lost for some thing i never knew. <br />Time passes me by and taring me apart, <br />just for me to know i am missing you. <br />And that's not all that i feel, <br />then what would make this a different poem? <br />Some times i think that my life isn't real, <br />and there is nothing belongs to a world of my own. <br />I remember times when i could never get enough, <br />of the words you say to me and your smile. <br />I remember times when i used to see love, <br />in people's eyes and faces and every mile. <br />I still see that but not the same way, <br />not when i'm without you all the time. <br />Not when i saw you walking away, <br />not when i'm having doubts in what's mine. <br />Still i think of what would ever make, <br />this poem different from any other. <br />But every poem will be for your sake, <br />maybe it's different because we love each other.<br /><br />Eman Awad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-different-poem/
