Not a mad girl, no.
Just a heart torn wide, wanting more.
Her songs are made up, new each time,
Truth cannot be planned, like a perfect rhyme.
She dances by the waves, feet in sand,
Between what we see, and a hidden land.
Part of her wants to stay, held tight,
Part climbs to the sky, towards the light.
Up and down she goes, lost and free,
Love's path is a spiral, for you and me.
The ship's filled with things, heavy and real,
She hides, her knee hurt, how does she feel?
She cannot walk like others, her way is new,
Her limp is a sign, something strong pulled her through.
Is she beautiful? Yes, with a light so bright,
She's seen something amazing, filled with pure light.
Is she lost and alone? Maybe it seems so,
But losing yourself is how you truly grow.
Bad things do not stop her, they make her strong,
Like a flute from the reed, playing its song.
Her pain is her music, her break is the beat,
Her sounds are not like ours, strange and sweet.
Love is not talking, it's feeling so deep,
Burning with passion, secrets to keep.
When she sings to the sea, so deep and so wide,
She's calling for God, with nowhere to hide.
She's a drop in the ocean, wanting to blend,
A lover, begging for love to transcend.
In Sufi hearts, love can seem wild,
But it's not brokenness, just love reconciled.
She's not broken, no, she's letting go free,
Dissolving in love, for all eternity.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 10:07 PM UTC
Not a mad girl, no.
Just a heart torn wide, wanting more.
Her songs are made up, new each time,
Truth cannot be planned, like a perfect rhyme.
She dances by the waves, feet in sand,
Between what we see, and a hidden land.
Part of her wants to stay, held tight,
Part climbs to the sky, towards the light.
Up and down she goes, lost and free,
Love's path is a spiral, for you and me.
The ship's filled with things, heavy and real,
She hides, her knee hurt, how does she feel?
She cannot walk like others, her way is new,
Her limp is a sign, something strong pulled her through.
Is she beautiful? Yes, with a light so bright,
She's seen something amazing, filled with pure light.
Is she lost and alone? Maybe it seems so,
But losing yourself is how you truly grow.
Bad things do not stop her, they make her strong,
Like a flute from the reed, playing its song.
Her pain is her music, her break is the beat,
Her sounds are not like ours, strange and sweet.
Love is not talking, it's feeling so deep,
Burning with passion, secrets to keep.
When she sings to the sea, so deep and so wide,
She's calling for God, with nowhere to hide.
She's a drop in the ocean, wanting to blend,
A lover, begging for love to transcend.
In Sufi hearts, love can seem wild,
But it's not brokenness, just love reconciled.
She's not broken, no, she's letting go free,
Dissolving in love, for all eternity.
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