How I wish I have more arms to hold you for some more time.
How I wish I have longer legs to get to you when you are in need.
How I wish I have one more ear so that I can listen to your every tears.
How I wish I have more space in my heart so that I can always keep you by my side.
Those are for me not, ‘cause I have enough and a lot.
Those are for you, but sometimes it might not come true.
‘cause I am still me all the way, the imperfect me and always will be.
How I wish now, I’m walking towards mom, who’s resting on her favorite bed, listening to what the TV said. Blocking her view by sitting by her side. With those sad eyes that try to connect to her heart. While she speaks out what’s in my mind, solving each and every rhyme that lose its words ahead of time.
Mom would say,
"You don't have to please everyone, you just have to please Allah. Because at the end of the day, it's Him that will judge you"
Mom would say,
"You don't have to please everyone, you just have to please Allah. Because at the end of the day, it's Him that will judge you"
And who says telepathy is, just a myth? :"]
