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Dec 2015 · 360
Promises
Humairaa' Dec 2015
You could make a promise today
and break it tomorrow
Not because you're terrible
But because you have no say
What you feel today won't be guaranteed week from now
Life is one huge blob of oblivion
And promises make us feel in control
Like we actually have a say

Promises are a selfish thing
Because you might really mean it
But you don't know how how fast that could change

Breaking promises is not about being heartless
It's about being human
And it's about time we understand that
Even the most loyal and trustworthy people break promises
And that is okay

-H.Ismail
Dec 2015 · 263
Love is about ..
Humairaa' Dec 2015
Love is about
wanting nothing more
from the person
than for their heart
and mind
to be at ease
Constantly

Even if it puts
Your heart
And mind
Are at constant war

(And being fully aware that they feel the same)

Love works both ways.

-H.Ismail
Dec 2015 · 353
Life
Humairaa' Dec 2015
Here's the thing
Life's a horrible thing
But it's also beautiful in every single way
People come
People go
People make you happy
And people make you sad
Somedays you feel like you're on top of the world
And other days it feels like the world is crushing your spine
And every single one of those 7 billion people are doing nothing but making the load heavier
And other times, people are the greatest gift to you
They carry the load above you like a halo
Sometimes you're so good at something and everything feels okay
And other times you mess up, ***** over, fall down, break apart, hurt and hurt and hurt some more

But Sweetheart,
You can't hide between those four walls
And keep the doors always shut,
Causing you to never see or feel the sunshine
All because you're afraid of the rain

There is beauty in everything
And there is terror in it too

And that, is life
Embrace it

-H.Ismail
Dec 2015 · 256
Little Girl
Humairaa' Dec 2015
Oh but little girl ?
Dec 2015 · 319
Wolf
Humairaa' Dec 2015
i was a wolf
and he ?
he was my moon
and i guess the wolf was always in love with the moon
and each night the wolf cried out,
for the love is would certainly never touch
but i guess thats the sad truth
lovers dont always win
not in this world at least
we know now, that i was a wolf
and he was my moon
and each night
i shall call out to him
just with the hope
that we, one day, might finally touch
-H.Ismail

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