Dreams in my eyes
In quiet dark night, my eyes shimmer
Seeing your shadow in my eyes
A silent sound of hope, waiting for you
In canvas of vision, i could see you are dancing
Maybe your hands pointing to the sky
The stars are throwing down into your eyes
I could remember how we met
I don't know how you felt when i told you
Things changed, and new year came
Years pass by and your in my heart still
I still dream about you, and you don't care
My heart lies that you would come back?
If this is the real world
Could you hear my words?
Written by
Syeda Tamseel Fatima Hussain
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Syeda Tamseel Fatima
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So happy your here, Alhamdulillah for everything because I'm always blessed I love to write about what I see, think and feel, usually I write about poems.
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This broke my heart so much. Loved your poem!