This is Belief
From the Blog sonyarehman *By Sonya Rehman* *I wasn’t always a Believer,* * See,* * In my twenties,* * Judgment was dished out in dollops,* *But look,* * A heart is always a little more tender at that age,* * Perfect,* * Minus pretty dents,* *But then comes this train-wreck of a girl, okay,* * This vixen,* * And her name is ‘Change,’* * She’s got long, flowing locks,* * The kind of girl jaded musicians think of,* * When they make new songs,* * Or smoke-rings on a quiet October night,* *And I always told Change,* * I said,* * Girl,* * You’re not going to get the best of me,* * I can laugh my way through any curve-ball you swing my way,* *And she laughed,* * Her eyes crinkling up,* *The years rolled out,* * One after the other,* * I still sat, * * On the periphery of Belief,* *Joy,* * Love,* * Grief,* *Thepakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post

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