Writer: Nada El Nady
I was a book of empty chapters;
You were a pen with flawless ink.
I was remnants of broken shatters;
You were the days I would bethink.
I was the pricking thorns on roses;
You were the soft petals of flowers.
I was the fights and the opposes;
You were the quiet, golden hours.
I was the dark demons in heads;
You were the beauty found in hearts.
I was strands of silken threads;
You were a needle sewing its parts.
I was a whole new kind of war;
You were a truce spreading the peace.
I was an ocean wrecking the shore;
You were my temporary release.
I was the pain of life combined;
You were a cure to all the ills.
I was a girl with a love so blind;
You were my intoxicating pills.