All worries vanished. A strange lull in my storms of my heart. A calm, serene flow of life. Grasped moments so softly in the palms of my hand. I have you. You have me. And this life has been complete. AlHamdulilAllah and MashaAllah.
Mrs. Me. :)
She stretches and stretches
To accommodate your expectations
She fails, she fails
Because expectations can never be met
But her expectations
She threw in a trash can centuries before
Forgiving you everyday
For every heart string plucked
It’s sad, so sad
That she will always be the one so bad
And you, you
Will always believe that you gave it all
You did give her all
Traits you call hers..
although never implemented as such..
See yourself in the mirror.