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desperado

Bismillaahi,

Some weeks ago, I cried hard. It was not because of someone else, but it was because of my self. I got a rejection somewhere, and the reason was due to my physical look. This event had successfully made my head turned back to those times. When I firstly realized, how I was different, how this look. . . .was nothing. Remembering what I had done to make people around me accept me as I was. My decision which wasn’t me for real. I let my self to be a joke. I let things I had to cover my minuses. But still, my sickness to get an acknowledgement was a great weapon to beat me down. When I did good things to them, they really did used it for their own benefit. And at end, I would still be the dumbest person.

One day in senior high, I asked someone to read my hand’s lines. We believed him could read our self and future. He just frankly said. . .”love your self, don’t too underestimate your own self”. Crap . . .He did knew my feeling !

Then I just thought back, how I could love my own self if it was only me who thought so and nobody elses did not. That’s why I became so negative thinking to my own self, I couldn’t trust my own ability.

When You Believe

Bismillaahi,

Many nights we prayed,

with no proof anyone could hear

In our hearts a hopeful song,

we barely understood

Now we are not afraid,

although we know there's much to fear

We were moving mountains long before we knew we could

There can be miracles, when you believe

Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill

Who knows what miracles, you can achieve,

When you believe, somehow you will

You will when you believe

In this time of fear,

when prayer so often proves in vain

Hope seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away

Yet now I'm standing here,

my heart so full I can't explain

Seeking faith and speaking words,

I'd never thought I'd say

There can be miracles, when you believe (When you believe)

Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill

Who knows what miracles, you can achieve (You can achieve)

When you believe, somehow you will

You will when you believe

They don't always happen when you ask

And it's easy to give in to your fear

But when you're blinded by your pain

Can't see your way safe through the rain

A small but still resilient voice

Says help is very near

There can be miracles (miracles)

When you believe (When you believe)

Though hope is frail

It's hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve (You can achieve)

When you believe Somehow you will

You will when you believe

You will when you believe

You will when you believe

Just believe, just believe

You will when you believe

Honesty

Bismillaahi,

If you search for tenderness

it isn't hard to find.

You can have the love you need to live.

But if you look for truthfulness

You might just as well be blind.

It always seems to be so hard to give.

Honesty is such a lonely word.

Everyone is so untrue.

Honesty is hardly ever heard.

And mostly what I need from you.

I can always find someone

to say they sympathize.

If I wear my heart out on my sleeve.

But I don't want some pretty face

to tell me pretty lies.

All I want is someone to believe.

Honesty is such a lonely word.

Everyone is so untrue.

Honesty is hardly ever heard.

And mostly what I need from you.

I can find a lover.

I can find a friend.

I can have security until the bitter end.

Anyone can comfort me with promises again.

I know, I know.

When I'm deep inside of me don't be too concerned.

I won't as for nothin' while I'm gone.

But when I want sincerity tell me where else can I turn.

Because you're the one I depend upon.

Honesty is such a lonely word.

Everyone is so untrue.

Honesty is hardly ever heard.

And mostly what I need from you.

Vanilla Twilight

Bismillaahi,



The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here

I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly

The silence isn't so bad
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone

But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because
When I think of you I don't feel so alone

I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
I'll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again

And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
Oh darling, I wish you were here

starry field

Bismillaahi, 

Do u still remember the night of dat summer… 

Its the most beautiful sky I’ve ever seen

Soft,warm,sweet. .slowly. .makes a rush life to be calm for a while. .starry starry night. .

A peaceful happiness. Run away from the crowd. On a meadow under the blinking dark nite. .n the wind blows as the silence stops the time.

the most precious things are Priceless