Misbah loves writing poetry. She says poetry is what makes her heart feels warm and light.
You are more than just a friend,
You've made it to a certain extent.
The one where no one got to
I learned how to breathe with you.
You are someone, I can count on
I enjoy annoying you because it’s fun.
I know you don't mind; you enjoy it too.
You are the one, with you, I never dispute.
I like it when you come close enough,
And give me that some rough looks.
I write to you daily, without missing a beat, and
I want my text messages to be always clean and neat
I enjoy irritating you with charming GIFs.
I know you say it's cute, but actually, it irritates
You stated that we connect through words.
Writing poetry kindles a light in your heart.
Writing brings together some similar minds,
You will read this poem when I will share it with you
I am sure you will love it, and feel the connection too.
I don't want to be punished for being cool 'n true.
This is my written expression of my love for you.
Even if it is less in words, it has the power to move you.
Love opens the gate for us to enter the Heaven above.
The ideas are unlimited, and the sky is limitless.
Like you, I am a hungry writer; words bind us together.
I most like writing to you, it satisfies my hunger
What's that bell-ringing voice that's calling me up?
Oh, that was a dream, and the alarm woke me up.
I'm on my way, and words are my friends.
Heartfelt emotions can be expressed well,
Put that pen to paper and let the magic begin.
You are the author of your tale; simply write it well.
I have treasured you or have to yet,
You are a mystery, not solved yet.
I am not sure, but I am on the way,
I have you in my heart and will make you stay.
Don't take my words lightly dear,
You know I love to see your smile.
I'm penning this poem to brighten your day.
I know you loved it, I can read your eyes.
Oh, where are you, my dream pal?
Remove the veil, and shine like a star.
The sun and moon both adore you, and
I can't wait to see you.
Tell me, when you'll come out of my fantasy land?
Meet my parents to ask for my hand.
I'll hop, play, and dance with delight.
Shut up, oh alarm, let me sleep some more,
Let me dream some more, He isn't here,
I'm sure he'll come, that day will be bright,
I just have to wait until the time is right.
Together we will live forever!
Only, if God will help us to unite.
We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality. We create it to be able to stay.
— Lynda Barry
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