I believed you to be my very own
But as fate can have it again!!!
I have been handled my past!
The past that I believed was real
The reality that I never thought would end
Actually everything that begins ends!
That’s the sad part. To life to death.
Can someone live enough days?
The girl in me was convinced
Convinced of the love that she felt
The love she practically imagined
What is imagination?
Can It be enough for our eyes!
Or we keep imagining till death
My friend says it’s a small head
Which I now believe, it’s indeed small
What is believing?
Can I believe something that is wrong?
Can the love I felt be wrong?
Was my small head telling me love
Which I never felt or received
Was it just believing, hoping and imagining?
Was that enough for my “small head”?
Maybe just maybe all we need is believe
But is it enough?
Or all we need is hope! But is it enough?
What is enough anyway? š¤
YOU ARE ENOUGH!
TUHAME