For I have
I have cried— For loss, For heartbreaks, For coming days. I have indeed— Fell hard, Get stabbed, Died for a moment. I hardly lived. That was a minute of life. And I bother to pause and think. I can’t regret— It’s twelve, another day. So days it’s been, Of riddles and songs; Of happenings and beings; Of love and rejoicings; As I have always dreamed. Then He came to remind; I can’t have them all. So He took one; And left me love. With it; I found my will. InsyaAllah.