Hi
My Brother...
With measured verse, I tried to make you hear
But meter fell to unromantic yards...
Ink drips from my eyes like rain from the sky
As I spill my emotions on this old parchment...
The last time I saw Beirut,
a full moon was curbing its rooftops...
in your welling eyes
a torrent of agony...
And for what I knew
I did not know...
How I wish I could treat you the same
Not the way you treated me the first time I came...
I know it's impossible to love me...
Because I make it so...
Why do I fall every time you raise me???
Why do I love every time you hate me...
As I gaze upon her radiant smile
I can't help but let a tear...
`Written for a titled contest.`
A radiant smile so addictive, enticed an innocent...
I knew someday it would have to end,
I knew eventually I would have to go back...