خالد يسلم

Music, is the kisses that I can’t give it to your soft cheeks..

It is the fingertips that can’t play with your hair..

It is the whispers that I can’t say next to your ears..

It is the eyes that cannot stare..

It is the words that I can’t write or tell..

It is the feelings that I’m carrying inside my soul..

It is everything, and nothing at all..

written by : Khaled Yeslam
translated by : Nora Doaiji

الوسوم:english

He took off his glasses. Nervously, he starts to wipe the lenses..

He didn’t realize, it was just tears on his eyes..

New York
3:16 am
7-31-2011

الوسوم:english

The river of my words..
Were robbed by my thoughts..
Once we sat..
It was fun..
It was sad..
Upon the smiles..that I couldn’t understand..

الوسوم:english