Dry the Last Tear and Move On, by Asma Khan
I asked a simple question
Hope in my eyes,
A dream in my heart,
All I was waiting for, was your answer
And that sent my world tumbling down
What could I do? Challenging that answer was something that was out of the question.
I’m a daughter who doesn’t fight back, you see. No after no after no.
It builds up inside. Once in a while my heart e x p l o d e s.
But I have to put it back together.
It’s the only thing I can do.
I believe in living life to the fullest.
But you’re the ones who are forbidding me to live it at all.
I’m piecing it back together. I won’t give up. I’m going to find happiness.
There’s nothing that can bring me down.
I am determined to fill my life with love, with joy, with pulchritude.
To me, the meaning of it is not breathing.
So many rules, so many boundaries. Do you really think that having that many laws is a good thing?
Then you wonder why your daughter doesn’t tell. Why so many daughters don’t tell.
Nothing can ever be in the open.
Sometimes, we just wish that they could live the life of another.
Have freedom at every corner
Not live the life of a sad mourner
Every door of my life is like a secret
An un-opened envelope
A well-written book.
Waiting to be
It’s all anyone wants. To feel like you can fly away, and do anything your heart desires. Make all of your dreams come true.
There are so many locks.
Unfortunately, you never open your eyes, because right in front of you
is the key.
Courtesy of Asma Khan.
See review here.
2 thoughts on “Dry the Last Tear and Move On, by Asma Khan”
July 22, 2010 at 1:34 am
I Really Love This = ]
September 14, 2011 at 10:38 pm