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.
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