Monday, August 15, 2011

Hard to find and admire the truth
seein the causes
all the righteous lose,
I'd do no good in this world I might just snooze
nap my way through my dreams of you
those nights of loops
I took a pen and drew
every syllable of words that burst in fumes
I cursed and bruised
32 lines in paper I used
to come up with the perfect cure
for those thoughts that intrude.

Written By Esra Chebli