Yes! I become frail
Yes! You pushed me hard
Yes! I fall;
Yes! You made me stronger,
To the point that i think you are fortuitous,
I pray, I pray you to be the one
When you feel betrayed;
I heard Love turns into a antagonism and a curse,
To the point, I feel you are blessed
I still pray for you; to be happy
Yes! I cried.. I sob
Yes! You made me feel worse
Yes! I missed you
Yes! You made me who i am.
To the point, you are admired
I pray, I pray you to be blissful,
Now that, you are gone I feel, what was so exemplary about you?
I still pray for you to get what you want.
Copyright © Asma Memon | Year Posted 2015