The three words clung to her wherever she turned. They were taunting or endearing. Hopeful or disappointed. The first time she heard them, was from shocked, but pleased faces. They were happy for her finally leaving the teenage behind, annoyed that they had no hope of her maturing. They forgot the changes they made in … Continue reading You have changed…
You know that They don't know Your story. They don't know Your tears, Your smiles. They are simply Outside Looking in. You should know that You don't know Their story. You don't know Their tears, Their smiles. You are simply Outside Looking in.
My Heart Bursts with contentment, Crumbles with despair Or both. Flows out to every limb Bows down. Prostrates. Cries. And laughs. Hopes for the empty spaces To fill with an unlimited supply Of 'heart-food' (The brand that never finishes) Allah Two syllables Of pure love Roll onto my tongue Joining together The once Burst or … Continue reading Heart-Food
He never left… And never will. The same words repeat themselves Again and again, As I stretch for goals. Unlimited goals. Each one reminding me Again and again That He never left and never will.