Note for A Wounded Soul

(Repost - thank you, for the very soul that has wrote me this..)

hush my heartthrob you stir to much in your sleep

clutching a pillow i have christened me

waking to a dryness in your throat

an emptiness in your heart

in search of a pain you have come to call comfort

hush my sweet heart

let your mind guide your heart

let your soul be your light

let your trust be your friend

a thousand ways i search to find the words

a million years i would sell to be yours

but life does not allow my feelings to touch your needs
and the distance does not allow the warmth of your touch

lighten the clouds around my heart

i tried to free my soul

i tried to seal my heart

i even lied to me

and probably to you as well

you see my mind understands reality
my heart understands dreams 

Bunch of Love,

Arifah H.