my spoken dreams

Covered my head, with kisses and touches of your hands.

Lord, I'm thankful now we're friends.

My rosery beads, help me release.

What my anger and anguish demand.

Soft like my prayers, to you, my creator.

How can you be near me, and still, I'm sad.

Oh, my doves, I pretend- to be happy.

Before my music ends.

Lord, please forgive me for the careless man I was, I repent.

Surrounded by strings- of pearls crafted by your hands.

People with the purest souls; mother, Lana, Javi, and Nourhan.

Tell me how can I-

 have them hanging from my ears and on my chest, and hold this kind of dread?

Oh, to be content, my pure lovely girl your music hasn't ended yet, your face radiates with joy only my heart can see it and understand.

My lord, the nicest one of them all, you, I am named after your words in the Quran, protect me like you did with them all.

I gift you the actions of a body that's yours.

And the thoughts of a soul that to you, it belongs.

Laying on my bed, like the night my tears shed.

Floating in clouds with my meds.

Like Judas' repentance.

I cleanse my hands.

Of all the evil that's in my head.

Sweet baby teeth, mark my hands in tease.

I love you more than any heart can.