Cinta
Weird that From 7 billion people In this whole wide world The only people That I believe I can be myself with Talk my heart out to Is none of them. Weird that The one that I believe most Is not my family Not my friends Nor my best friends He is whom I never met He is whom I never talk to He is whom I only read stories about He is whom I missed Though not at all times But I missed nevertheless so dearly That I cried. He is my savior "Take me from this cruel world," I'd say. He is my tranquility "You'll be okay," he would say. He is the perfect being He is the one I look up to He is my love. Muhammad. Peace be upon you.