Console

I need to be consoled too, once in a while..
It is tiring to be the one who is comforting most of the time..
As I may break and shatter, and I may no longer shine..
For what I'm keeping inside is no longer fine..

Pretentious

My greatest gift is I'm so good at pretending...
I'm always smiling, laughing and joking around in public..
But what's really inside, only Allah, me and my pillow understands..
Keep everything bottled up inside but when the right time comes, everything came pouring out..

So please dear Allah, give me strength.. To keep things together.. And allow me to be pretentious for just a little while longer..

1 month passed by so slowly...

December couldn't come much sooner..
And this heart can hardly wait much longer..
Come home quick my dear..
And make your lady much happier..
Guess what they say couldn't be any truer..
Distance does make the hearts grow fonder..