Don't be late...

Don't be late...

A Poem by Salma El-Khamy


If I told you I miss you, would you come

and talk to me like you always do?

And why do I still miss you even though

I know to care is to show

just if you wanted to?


But, I know nothing about you

that scars me a lot

for it makes me wonder


how far you really are

but closer to my heart


Yes, I know nothing about you

and maybe when I do

I'd just long for you more

but also I may think how naive I sour.


Whatever the possibility

I'm happy to take the risk

for you're the dream

I'm longing to live.


I miss you when it's good

and I miss you when it's bad.


I think thanking you is never enough

and I owe you every snap.


So, whenever I find something good

there's no one but you who I wish to run to.

And every time I feel bad,

you are the perfect one to have.


How can I not miss you!


It's hard to feel things

I can never reveal,

when all I wish for is 

to give you a thank you note

and tell you how much I thought.


Then, what can I do to make you realize

how much I always long to break the ice

and spent nights of talks with you

rather than just dream of you.


You're everyone's dream

but you'll always be my special dream...

You are my dream I'm never giving up

you are my dream that makes my day...


You're the one who made see brightly

although I was driven blindly.


You're the one who was my inspiration

to what others saw was my best.


You're the only one who can leave me

smiling and giggling from deep inside.


You're the one who just knows

how happily to let others be.


And I'll be waiting for you

to make my perfect dream a reality.


So don't you be late,

for I'm not settling for a less rate.

© 2011 Salma El-Khamy


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Added on November 5, 2011
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