They said making dua for the people you love is the purest kind of love. I hope you know you’re in my prayers tonight, and always.

For to be only yours, I begged and prayed.

But what’s left is the price the heart had paid,

For filling it with something that could fade.

Little did she knew

That her heart already gave her a clue

Of a song He had written in ink blue

Where it sang in a chime that’s new

And it made her wonder, could it be you?

Only when I’m thrown into the sea,

Only then I realise how I badly want to breathe, for the people who stood for me.

Only when I’m thrown into the sea,

Only then I realise how it isn’t how it seems, for I alone in this world am tiny.

Because only then, I realise how things won’t change a thing between you and me,

Even if I’m thrown into the sea.

A meltdown,
And she turns into ice.

Her cold heart no longer takes another twice.
For even an iced heart couldn’t mend those ties.

For promises of forever are not meant for the wise,
only He can give her the warmth back in her eyes.

Retreating,
and never moving,
to my new beginnings.

For the comforts of my heart’s language,
Turned into a baggage,
To my new beginnings.

The story of us
It goes something like this

Like how the sun and the moon were destined for the same sky but have never met

or how the ocean retreats from the shore timelessly even after a countless reset

And as tragic as it seems
The story of us
It went something like a story that I shouldn’t have miss.

For the story of us,
Was written by The All Best.

I thought to myself what you’d be like without me,
But I found myself in you.

I thought to myself what I’d be like without you,
And instead I found myself stirring in my coffee’s brew.

For I realise I couldn’t find myself without you,

Nor could I, even by sailing through the seventh ocean’s blue.

For our hearts were never made in twos.