Will I ever get tired of this?
The voices in my head?
She tells me not to listen to them.
She tells me that I’m loved by her and who I think hate me immensly to an immeasureable extent.
I cry to her sometimes while going to bed
And once again she gives me an assurance of, that one day everything will be fine.
The haunting of the unwanted touch did not destroy my soul as she says that I’m still pure, I’ll fight the mental revolution in my mind and let it go down reluctantly even though I wouldn’t want.
I’ll eventually have to accept it and start living a new sunshine
Her voice is a paraphernalia of mine.
Which I refuse to share with any of her friend.
I don’t know why are they jealous!
If she doesn’t love them like she does me.
It’s not a prefrence of hers not a forceful decision I would have slammed on her.
She loves me dearly and makes me clearly feel wanted like nobody else did!
I endlessly confess my love to her but it never puts up with the grumpy face of hers!
Somebody would write reasons why do they love her but I think no reasons will ever put up with her uremitting beauty.
Her habits cannot be counted in reasons because she is not something that could be numerated and expressed in facts.
That’s not how you love a person, oh you idiot.
She’s a beautiful soul which is supposed to showered with affection.
To whom I could sit and endeavour upon my whole life.
M. Hussnain 