TS - the lakes

 Assalamualaikum

It seems you don't know me well, yet.
I set my eyes on you, and decades it would be, witnessing me framing you in this heart. 
It was irrational of me, when I should step back.
But your blooming flowers scented so good, so sweet. 
Waking the dusted butterflies up, with your silly and unusual jokes. 

Each night the walls heard of the damaging sayings of you,
And the breaking glass of my heart, 
The bed sensed my fragile bones, and the whispers of wishing you're an inch different.
I'm sorry I wished you were different. 
When you seemed to try so hard for me.

Each day I pushed you away, minding my own business.
I'd like it if you're standing outside waiting for me to open up.
But we got nothing to talk about, and you said soon we'll have many. 
Each day built up, I got more comfortable. 
And it seemed you're accepting me, and you've done it since the first day. 

So it would forever be the cold smell of caramel,
And the hot boiling oil.
The heavy fry basket. 
And your impeccable pair of eyes. 
Biiznillah for sure. 



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