looking back from the past,
seems like my mind collapse;
things that were meant to last,
now it’s just a thing of the past.
rumors may make your day,
believing some Nay say;
seems like everything is okay,
but truth prevails at the end of the day.
just like when you say you Love Me,
it runs through my ears and flee;
words that seems too pretty,
act if you really Love me.
a word that ends one first,
you may find it when you twist your neck;
seems like what the heck?
same last word from the first.
if you’re a good reader and a good observer,
there maybe changes from the first to last but words are still the same
Written this night January 10, 2014 7:52pm
at Doha Bus Station Al Fardan, Doha Qatar