Poetry

𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆; 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆.

𝑩𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃

I will remember you till the end of time, I will believe everything you say, I will not ask you to text me, but I will still wait for your text.

𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒔.

𝑩𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃

“Mama, it’s me.”
A poem about becoming the keeper of three.

I am a keeper of three.
Not by choice
Not by title
But by necessity.

I carry the mother she was -
The woman who remembered everything.
The voice that called my name
before I ever learned to respond.
The hands that fed me
bathed me
held me
and built my beginning
from nothing but love.

I carry the mother she is -
The woman who searches now.
The woman who looks at me
as if I am both familiar
and unknown.
The woman who forgets
what she wants held so easily,
And reaches instead
for fragments
that no longer stay in place.

And I carry the daughter.
The one who remains.
The one who remembers both.
The one who stands between
that was
and what is.
The one who says,
“Mama, it’s me,”
even when the world
no longer answers back.

I am the bridge
between memory and loss.
Between recognition and forgetting.
Between past and present
that no longer agree.

People think there are two of us.
Mother and daughter.
But they do not see the third.
The one who holds the timeline together.
The one who remembers for both.
The one who carries what has been
so that nothing is entirely lost.

Some days
it feels like love.
Other days
it feels like weight
no one else can see.

But still,
I remain.
Still
I return.
Still
I hold all three versions of us
in the same hands.

Because someone must.
Because love did not stop
when memory began to fade.
It only changed shape.

And I became
a keeper of three.

Losing ur appetite bcs u’re feeling sad is a whole different level.

I'm so in love with this quote;
"You are never truly alone. Even on your loneliest Day, Allah is closer to you than your jugular vein"

There is a Japanese legend that says:
If you missed the bus, perhaps you avoided the accident. If you were rejected, perhaps you were spared from the wrong place. If they left, perhaps they made room for who is to come. The universe protects you in ways that, at first, seem like bad luck. Trust the detour.

Your smile turns my darkest nights to light,
Your voice makes every moment feel just right.

When you’re near, the world feels warm and new,
Every little dream seems possible with you.

My heart whispers your name with every beat,
Because loving you makes my life complete. ❤️

Repost from Mr. ⁨@Ch91601296⁩ 
Thanks for beautiful poetry 🌹

⁨⁨@Arien1076⁩⁩ <CUSTOM_BOLD>only for you, my bestie</CUSTOM_BOLD>

<CUSTOM_BOLD>I found a little heaven in your eyes, my dear. A place where all my worries softly disappear, my dear.</CUSTOM_BOLD>

<CUSTOM_BOLD>The wind may change direction, seasons come and go. But my heart beats only for you year after year, my dear.</CUSTOM_BOLD>

<CUSTOM_BOLD>Your laughter is a melody no song can ever match. Its echo fills my lonely soul with cheer, my dear.</CUSTOM_BOLD>

<CUSTOM_BOLD>The moon asks me each night why I smile alone. I tell it that your memory is near, my dear.</CUSTOM_BOLD>

<CUSTOM_BOLD>If love is just a journey, then walk beside me always. For every road seems beautiful when you are here, my dear.</CUSTOM_BOLD>

<CUSTOM_BOLD>And when the final page of life is turned one day. I’ll write your name upon it crystal clear, my dear. ❤️🌹</CUSTOM_BOLD>

“ A beautiful person is not always Good , but a Good person is beautiful. “

• -( forgot where i saw this one )