How many tears and how much pain. Before I stand up tall and rise again?
BISMA IJAZHow many tears and how much pain. Before I stand up tall and rise again?
BISMA IJAZThe lantern of my dreams, the more it burns, the brighter it seems.
BISMA IJAZYou are the dream I never want to wake up from.
BISMA IJAZI am an arrow – Put me in your bow and let fly. Let this story go by in the blink of an eye.
BISMA IJAZThe brighter the light, The darker the shadows. The more the lights, The more the number of shadows.
BISMA IJAZAfter you, no one has really stayed. Maybe it’s because I look for you in everyone else.
BISMA IJAZIs it too late to bring those forevers back to life?
BISMA IJAZDon’t be afraid to love all your broken pieces. They will finally wether with the waters of ages, shrinking into friendly gemlike pebbles that are soft to your soul.
BISMA IJAZSo darling, pick up those pieces and make something beautiful out of them because you can. You might have to bake them hot to rejoin them but trust me, it’s worth it.
BISMA IJAZI push people away because I’m afraid if I get hurt, I might not heal again. I push them so away. I paint my walls so good they can’t recognize me anymore. I don’t give people a chance.
BISMA IJAZI wish I had a time-turner so that I could spend a little more time with you. You left too soon, you left too fast.
BISMA IJAZA few days might mean nothing, but when you are going through hell, they feel like an eternity.
BISMA IJAZIt sucks to lose everything your heart beats for.
BISMA IJAZOn quiet nights, I find the raging oceans within me, dancing with the moonlight.
BISMA IJAZINAUDIBLE. How am I supposed to clean up this mess? Put the pieces back together and make sure it feels alright in my chest. Then wear a smile and walk ahead.
BISMA IJAZWhen you are on your way to find yourself, Remember that getting lost is a part of the process.
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