It’s been a while since i spoke with my pen
We are best friends, i am the moon and he is the sun
We interchange appearance, when he talks i listen. And when he listens i preach
My mouth is my weapon but my pen is my speech
Like a beautiful poem written with flower water and peach
Sunlight is not as bright; moon light is not as right
We finally spoke today and it wasn’t a bright night
He said this aint right
Where have u been the last night, and the night before
We had a bound; I don’t feel it no more
I said you’re my man, 50 grand
Last we spoke I was 30, now I am 31
I changed a bit, but I am the same one
I still miss you, but I got me a better one
Nothing personal, but you’re my pen and she is my one
And only
I will leave you alone, but you will never be lonely
Because I will keep on visiting, coz you’re my homey
Together, we turn a thought into a theory
And the theory into a true picture
That a real person can relate to and turn into an adventure
This is not a poem, this is a lecture
So listen to the Proff, and you might catch a fracture
Of my thoughts, because it’s like math, a dumb mind’s torture
Until I am ready for a new venture
Or try to reshape my future
I won’t say good bye my pen
But I will see you late
امس كان يوم خرافي!
. الحمدلله عملنا ورشة عن الدراسة في الخارج والفرص المتاحة. الحضور كان متفاعل بشكل رهيب. واسف جدا لكل من كان لديه سؤال ولم يسعف الوقت للإجابة. البعض جاء من بورسعيد ومن محافظة الشرقية وغيرها. شكرا لكم جميعا فردا فردا.
انتظروا المزيد من المقاطع والصور اليوم.
thx man