Ansariyah
~*SummerIsGone*~
- Messages
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- Gender
- Female
- Religion
- Islam
To my suffering
She’s a knife
Cutting it off my chest
To my pain
Her gentle hands
are the cure
To my worries,
Any uncertainty
Her survival,
The years she lived
Become my answers.
My tears
Her hugs,
Her hand stroking me,
Simply Blows it dry
My mistakes
She knows
Before I make them.
What I'm thinking
She can see through my eyes
As my head spins
from all I encounter
Lowering it into her lap
Bestows ultimate medicine.
source: me
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