My words, it lacks depth
My sight, it lacks beauty
My touch, it lacks kindness
My soul, it lacks sincerity
But my heart, it seeks a cure
In nothing more than to be pure
For the depth on aftermath
For the beauty in certainty
For the kindness to gracefulness
For the sincerity in seeking clarity
For my heart, it seeks a cure
To be among the people of pure.
Ouh, aren’t you a silly girl
This is how it ends
But you still run to it again
Coming back, just slightly different than the same
When will you ever learn
Ouh, aren’t you being a silly girl
You’re running back to glitter
Run to gold
Where forever is never sold
A much less bitter
Than you glitter soul
The magnitude of His creations praises passes, nothing else matters.
For what she long for was to be beautiful to The Beloved, and only to Him and never parted.
But, what is beauty without sins?
Ya Rabb, then make her beautiful in her deen.
Brave Flower 