I feel nostalgic to memories I never left, to memories I live with everyday I don’t want to leave it, don’t want to. Music, coffee, studying for hours & lying almost dead, doing nothing. Waking up on my mother’s voice, knowing always I’ll be back home. Tears never dried. So lie here my darling, lie with your broken dreams as you’ll no longer going to live tomorrow. No one will find rest, trust me! They’ll turn to paper trees as you’ll close your eyes, no one will find peace; the voice will keep calling tell no other.
Published by Somayah
Born in 8th of July, 1993. Jeddah, Saudi Arabia living in Taif now! somayah m. is a home-loving person, who values intelligence, paper journals and hot cup of chocolate on a winter night. I enjoy the peaceful moments, Mahmoud Darwish’s poetry, reflecting, reading & writing and never neglect the small things or the little enjoyments. View more posts