Daydreams...

Dear Mr who knows it all Who was even once called Mr All The one who gathers us in a row Then bangs the world and makes it snow I passed by all the names that were once in a fall And though I no longer need to call Your knife is still hanging on my wall And I can’t help not suffering any more At least for those who still fall For a fake personality that is short but looks tall You make me rhyme, and that’s nothing small That’s your magic and that I know So thank you for lighting up my mind after it has crashed in the blow Should you even be loved?! Is it that kind of glow?! Dear Mr Small Please stop collecting hearts!

Here's what happens to the heart when it gets shot. It's like glass, you know. When a sheet of glass gets shot by a bullet, it shatters and gets divided into millions of small pieces. Yet the pieces stay intact, they stay in place for moments letting the glass figure out whether it'll fall down and break or there might be a hope it get fixed. And then suddenly it falls down broken into very little pieces, and what was once a figure now becomes nothing. That's what happens to the heart when it gets shot by a bullet of betrayal, disappointment, and regret.

I'm blessed. Truly a lot! :) .. "Rabbena beyhebek" (Allah loves you) were the words I heard today from a very dear friend, and they were the light that lit my heart and mind. I'm blessed to have this friend to make me realize this fact and be sure of it. Because it's true. "Once a day, Love asked Friendship: 'Why do you exist when I already do?' Friendship replied: 'To put a smile where you leave tears.'" - Anonymous A very old quote, I've first read it back when I was at high school and I've loved it ever since then. And it applies with every situation when a wrong love relationship leaves a scar. Indeed, friends are a great blessing. Specially those who can get you well, the way you that affects you, and help you walk the right path. Luckily, I'm blessed with those friends. All along my way I find them, many thanks to Allah. :) I've been in a lot of pain. A pain I even couldn't recognize or admit. And I hadn...

And you're drifting away, building walls before you even notice. Faith is what you need, and faith is what you repel! When it becomes the only one who calls on you so many times a day and the only one you keep ignoring. You're drifting away into the darkness of your own heart and soul. And it breaks my heart seeing you breaking your heart. How can I ask you to stop, when you don't even care about your own heart. And how can I trust that you would trust me? How could we ever live together like this?!

My heart doesn't speak to me. My heart is sad, because of me. No it's not broken, my heart is stronger than this, my heart has faith I never knew it had before. It's just a little sad. And it refuses to speak to me. It can no longer trust me. I've hurt it too many times before. I've made it look bad and weak. I've put it in many hard situations, things it couldn't hold or stand. And though everything, it's still standing strong, claiming itself as my heart, my heart of which I'm proud of. I'm sorry dear heart, please forgive me, same as you always do. And I promise I'll do all that it takes to make it up for you. My dear heart, my heart I'm proud of.

You break hearts, and you fix them. You make hearts beat fast in happiness and in grief. Hearts can easily fall on your hands. Like butterflies, you gather them in jars. And you don't even know it. Or maybe you do. But it's beautiful, too beautiful to be true. Because it's never your fault, it's the hearts' fault for falling inside your jar. The funny part is that you keep the jar open for hearts to break free, but they don't, they love staying inside, because, honestly, it's warm and beautiful. And it's beautiful because you really take good care of the hearts which fall inside your jars. But sometimes you skip and miss a heart or two, maybe you haven't noticed them falling or you just thought they flew away, this is the only time you break a heart. It's wonderful how hearts come looking for you though you haven't called for any at all. It's wonderful how hearts seek your help, though you don't look like a one who mends broken h...