All the sleepless nights,
All the time wasted,
All the that I thought I needed,
To makeout or kiss,
This is what you wanted,
Partying,
going wild,
But life for you was always better 'mild',
Calm,
Collected,
Introspective thoughts and emotions,
What happens when you've lost it all?
Hope and faith,
Eyes fill with tears cause in the end,
Between the parties and the laughs,
All that was lost,
All that was missing,
All that you ever wanted,
All that I needed was
To figure out who I am.
My identity.

He is a song that misses a beat,
Something out of place,
At times makes sense,
Until the chorus begins,
Without much foundation,
Structures or goals,
Struggles to redeem,
He fits the puzzle until he leaves,
Fills a void that no one else can,
He leaves and returns to remind me,
That something is out of place...
And in the moment it all make sense

I remember that smile,
Radiating brighter than the sun,
The light escapes,
Runs
On and on,
It's only till a few years pass by,
I look past,
As the window creeps in the sunlight,
Shining and casting ever so perfectly,
Missing you,
Without you it seems out of place,
Your skin kissing the warm cast on your arms,
While your song would play in the background softly,
His essence is what I shall always cherish.

If they only heard,
The thoughts that ring aloud,
Vibrating,
Pulsating,
Thumping,
If they only saw my potential,
Their surface level judgements refuse,
Refuse to dig deeper than the pigment,
The pigment of my deep coffee coloured skin,
The thoughts that might change the world one day,
Or the actions that may,
For one day I hope it's not all just black and grey,

Why to judge what's on ones head,
Hanging lives on a thread,
Love empowers while hate,
Rests in humanity's fate,
While I standby watching atrocities
Why am I put on the back burner,
I didn't ask for this,
What did I deserve,
No such label,
I'm human,
I'm peace,
I embody it,
I pray for it,
I preach it,
I'm Muslim,
Don't compare me,
To those fools,
The ones barbaric and don't have a clue,
Myself and them -the ones that create violence
We aren't not one in the same,
We are not alike,
We will never be.

It's been 1 year and 3 months since we've spoken,
Before it all came down,
And suddenly got broken,
You were my only good cup of tea,
I chose YOU over my late night movies,
I chose YOU over taking out my car in my hand practically the keys,
My only wish was to continue choosing YOU,
We talked for hours about the life to be,
Why didn't it occur to me,
That I just didn't want to break the friendship we built,
But you see,
It's that same reason why I lived with this anchor,
On constant "what ifs",
I wanted to ask if we could've been more,
My tongue wouldn't force out those words,
Not uttering a single thing,
I miss those nights,
But other times I regret it,
Imprinted with the memories that I truly miss,
Attached to you and your I'm so full of myself -but Im not attitude,
I miss the idea of you,
Like you said "there's only one of me"
I couldn't agree more, just if I got the chance to tell you id feel more free.