For a while I lost the sensible sense of my heart
I foresaw a horrible end, and forgot the beautiful start
I got used to portray its flaws and send back every shot
So, I smile at the memory and exile every correlative thought
I might have escaped one battle, but not the entire war
I reached up high, yet ended up strained on your floor
I broke away, far away, but I stored the key to your door
If I wanted to let go, what am I still stuck here for?
Yes, I’ve missed you; my feelings aren’t that hard to crack
We can survive if we try; but our love is red, white and black
You proved me wrong, but didn’t gain my trust back
Baby, it’s not what we only have; it’s what we surely lack
November 16, 2010
Cristel Moubarak
