Modesty23

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  1. It was U: I just wanted to say That it was u who took away the trust I had for u and it was also u who left me without any clue of when or where we went wrong But our friendship did last pretty long So I can not complain And I won’t let ur betray drive me insane All things must come to an end And one day Allah will be our only friend So I don’t really need ur fake friendship when Allah is on my side I shall learn to confide In none other than Allah. As for now dear trader, I just wanted u to know That it was u who took away The trust I had for u.
  2. thanx for ur kind words. :)ur sis Modesty!
  3. Modesty23

    Ur return

    (hey guys i hope u enjoy my second poem..lool;) Your Return: I'm sure of it... that you'll be home before the leaves fall Although you leave me today, you shall return My laughter, smile and sweet grace Will undeniably return you to My place. Sure others possess these qualities But it’s my charm they lack. I long only for your return And I’m sure you’ll be back. Love doesn’t let you see the reality of things So I sit near the phone awaiting your ring… When the world is not on your side You don’t know where to run to, You don’t know where to hide. All I had was your love and care But that too you snatched away, It really isn’t fair! Not to worry, for I shall await your return. In hopes that one day you will irrefutably learn.
  4. Thanx guys for the feedback. Its my first poem and well i really am starting to like this poetry thing:) salams
  5. Hey guys, im new here and well im not much of a writer so my poem is a lil "needing of feed bacK"...here goes: let me know wha u think ok! Fly Away: My only desire is to fly away And let all my misery walk off astray. Every hour of darkness I plead to God and thank Him gratefully For although I’ve shed some tears, it’s not as terrible as it could be But if truth must be told, Then I must be bold And tell you that even though my tears and pain Will someday stop like the drops of rain It’s hard not having a shoulder to cry on. But naturally after each sunset comes the raise of dawn And this broken heart of mine most learn to move on.