‘Rum Tum Tum’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

Rum tum tum

The beat of the drum went
In sync with the throbbing in his chest
That moved uncontrollably with every
Short breath he took just to stay alive.
It began with a spark, then the flame
Devoured them both to ashes scattered by the seashore.
They’re together but still desolate,
With eyes bloodshot and hearts like sand.
Can’t get enough, can’t take anymore…

Rum tum tum

The booming beat of the drum line commenced.
The crowd, restless from sheer anticipation.
To see a man and a mystical being unite,
Their love so pure, so true those miles could not destroy.
For they had fire inside of them that would not keep quiet.

Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum

He could almost feel her in his arms,
He could feel the warmth radiating from her body onto his.
He could feel both their hearts dancing as one.

Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum

She could almost feel his lips on her forehead.
She could feel his fingertips on her soft skin.
She could feel his arms wrapped around her.

Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum

They held each other, two lovers united by fate.
Love, with all it’s mighty power protected them from the evils of this world.
The stars watched over them, the moon smiled down at them.

Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum

They promised to be faithful, even if they never looked into each-others eyes again.
They promised to love one another, even if the miles kept them apart.
They promised to remember each other ’till their dying day.

Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum

The sound of the booming drums echoed in their chests.
What chance can make a man fall in love with an angel?
O’ could it be devine?
They loved with a love that only the stars could give.

Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum
Rum tum tum

They held each-other tight, primising to never let go.
Never let go.
And the tears rolled down both faces, not of gloom, but of bliss.

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About Ahmed Gretly

Ahmed Nader Gretly. Construction/Site Engineer, fiction writer, poet, psychopath, researcher, a book addict, and a daydreamer from Cairo, Egypt. Currently doing Construction Project Management, MSc, at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh.
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