What am I looking for actually in my heart?
Entry title: M.
Date / Time : Tuesday, November 30, 2010 / 9:13 AM
If it's meant to be, insha'Allah we will meet. I don't want to disappoint you but at the same time, I don't wish to go against my mom's words.. Im stuck in between, between love and obedience.
Ya Allah, guide me through.
Ya Rasulullah...
I have a thought that's in my mind,
and I keep it with me all the time,
it's too hard for me to explain,
no amount of words would do justice to this page,
neither can the love I have just be written,
it's all imprinted in a vision I keep hidden,
but to show a small love from all that I have,
is to ripped my heart out and staple it to this pad,
and submit this poem untitled with three words,
The 'I' to represent, the submission of my soul,
and place this above the heart to where it goes,
to only write the 'U' beneath the last row,
to show the love I have is all for his own,
and leave the person reading to view this whole page,
I LOVE YOU, and Muhammed is his name,
Won't tell anybody how you turn my world around
I won't tell anyone how your voice is my favourite sound
I won't tell anybody
Won't tell anybody
That sentence in bold explains the thing that I miss most. Your Voice.
Right from the first time you called, that voice have already been recorded automatically in my cerebrum.
The voice that makes my heart beat so fast and plant a wide smile on my face.
I dream...
I kept on dreaming about you.. It has been three times lately.
I really want to be a good muslimah, really. :'(
