HudaFatima

The heart has reasons of its own.

Pretty thing is a fiction because you know how it ends.

Spread your blessings.

It’s hard to not write about ‘him’.

To you mister; fall in love with me already.

Keep your head high and dream.

Hydrocele will now have a different meaning.

It’s a good thing that we can write the things we can’t say.

The memories of first love are always deeply seated.

‘Let me ask you out and say the words I want you to say’

I will give thee, my ‘only’ heart.