December 6, 2010
By , damascus, Syrian Arab Republic
When you look
He smiles
With a broken-heart I guess

When you wave
He waves back
With tears of joy and sadness inside

You can feel his pain
Down his spine
Shivering ….
Every now and then

I thought I made sure
That he’s all right

But he never spoke the right
Just kept it inside
With a broken-heart
And a knife

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