Secret Hideaway

The unspoken words written in this hidden chamber of mine

Tag: englishpoem

You and I

I was a girl,

Who used to be locked inside her own door,

But some just had the powers to let themselves inside,

And you are one of them.

 

You and I,

were having the time of our lives,

We bared our hearts to each other

We found the same things we would bother,

And I thought that was why we clicked so well

We were so similar, it killed us as hell.

 

All your smiles, laughs and fears,

Which one of it were true?

Your words, actions and tears,

Was it right to believe in you?

Seeing all these different sides of you,

I don’t know what to do..

All I wanted to ask was,

Which is the real you?

 

We used to be close, but not anymore

I opened it once, now I’m closing the door

You act like you cared me, all you did was just drained me

If I leave you, would you blame it on me?

Written on,

21042020

2030HRS

The Heart

May Allah purify our hearts.

So we can appreciate more good things,

and learned lessons from all the bad things.

So we can stop talking bad about other,

and start focusing on making ourselves better.

So we can live happily,

without hatred, insecurity, and the poison of negativity.

May Allah purify our hearts,

Our solely, tainted hearts

Written on, 

26082019

1904 HRS

Steps and Mess

All this time

I’ve been asking why

“Why did I do this?”

“Why am I doing this?”

“Why can’t I change?”

“Why am I not changing?”

Trying to find the answers,

Eagerly I pushed myself to enter the maze called life,

As I go deeper, the ray of light that guided me started to fade

The walls that build up this maze seems to grow taller

The road in front seems darker and darker.

I can no longer see where this path I’m taking will lead me.

How far did I go?

How long did I take?

What did I do?

I lost count.

I lost myself.

I’m lost.

I thought if I keep moving forward

I’ll find my way out of this place.

But why is it that,

The steps I took, the changes I’ve made,

All of it brought me to the same old mess?

18072018

1450 HRS