I gave my moody scripts to the waves,
She told me the sea loved every part she played.
I told her that you are as mysterious as her sea
“But he is not as patient as him” ,she said.
I hope you will love me more,now without them .
I also taught my heart to keep a diary
your heart didn’t love his love poems
But that gave me a chest pain ;
his poems had got fierce lately.
I don’t walk on my toes anymore
Only foolish woman did that ,you told me .
I wanted to get taller so that I could kiss your forehead.
My childhood mirror didn’t recognize me this morning .
She was looking everywhere for my face.
And my jasmine perfume didn’t tune with my straight locks either .
He misses my wild curls.
I wonder if your heart knows his way
because my soul moved home .
Written by arabian roses