A Dame

As a stranger you came
Through the lights
And the flame
There you came
As a danger
Ain’t afraid of the game
There you came
To my suffered soul
To my wondering aim
There you came
You held me tight
And said my name
I ain’t gonna fall
For i am a dame
There you came
Hold me tight
I can’t stand the blame
I ain’t gonna fall
Eventhough i am tired
Eventhough i am lame
But if i fall
Would it be a shame?
For i am a dame
And i am not the same
As a stranger
Through the danger
Oh, there you came
There you came ..

Written in 14/4/2011

Ghada Rustom

Kill the sentence

The details in everyone
Sometimes can be torn ,they shred ..
All the things that have been done
Could have betrayed us
Now we know why we bled..

The sentences we wrote
To kill
To hurt
Have killed us instead ..

The irony we fought
Laughed at us
And said : time to go to bed..

The long nights melted in the air
Quietly with pain in red..
Sometimes we should be a ware
Of all the stars that have been shed..

The sentences we wrote
To destroy
To hurt
Have destroyed us instead ..

The irony we fought
Laughed at us
And said : time to go to bed..

All the sentences i write
Must be killed
They leave letters behind
They must be dead..
For every detail to me led..

Written in 26/2/2011

Ghada Rustom

Don’t flee I am a patient of OCD

Looking lonely that it would be..
Thinking of your face
that i yearn to see..

We agreed to meet
Along we agree..
Just to solve the problem
That we were Fighting about
I know there were so many doubts
Fake pulses and a zero degree
I wanna look in your eyes
To see us to see we !
The ones i wanted to see
The one who made us three!
In this suffocating misery
And then if i had to lose for you
I will lose..
You are the winner
You are the muse
You are the sign V

I paid my mistakes in this sickness
I paid the fee
The price of a wrong memory
I am clean now
Give me your hands they are the key
To all my crisis
To all the nightmares i wanna set free
To all the illusions in my head
Let me be me

staring into the walls
Nothing could awake my eyes
From the medication noise
But your voice
But those Small brown eyes like an old tree

On an table between you and me
An Orphan rose
A cup of coffee and a cup of tea
And you embracing my hands
over a white sheet
They say Please don’t flee
Your mama is a patient of an OCD!

Ghada Rustom