Read My Pen

A Poem by Ahmad Alkhatat

Read my pen and, ask him of your questions,
And witnesses with your eyes of my notebooks.

Stop judging me, I am not a priceless romantic,
We danced with the wind, who separated us apart.

I loved you, I really did that I waited all day for you,
Like the roses who waited to be handed in your bosom.

Fourteen of February will be tomorrow, and my eyes aren't
Falling asleep, yet your scent is still in between my hands.

Whenever I smell them, I make a jacket made of yourself
Emotions and feelings, to warm myself from head to toe.

I breath it out in the snow, and melt it away to bring
A night of spring, to remind me of our first date together.

Where my eyes didn't cry with tears for the whole time,
Only because I was surviving of your emotions to me.

They asked my age, I answered I'm twenty five years old,
Lovingly screamed at me, I missed you twenty five years ago.

13/02/2015