A mixture of feelings... straight from heart... ♥ © Ayesha Swan

Some poems written by me will be found in this book.

|• H i g h e s t R a n k i n g #1 in Spiritual •| They didn't agree on much. In fact, they didn't agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other. "I thought you said, I wasn't your type. What changed?" The guy is unbelievable. "Well, that was a year ago. People change," he whispers the last part. He leans closer to my face and his dark green eyes meet mine. "You're not like the others. You're different in a good way." "Too little, too late, and a little too wrong. You're my boss and I'm your maid, to be more specific, your Muslim Maid. So don't fool me, because to you, I'm just a game, Mr. James." With that, I walked away from him. James Madison is the boss, who has everything he wants. He is careless. He never apologizes for his mistakes. But his world changes When he meets his Muslim Maid. Jasmine Jamal is his maid. A Muslim. Her parents died a long time ago. She lives with her uncle. She has one brother who she cares about. She doesn't want to fall in love or believe any of that. All she wants, is to support her little brother, but her life becomes worse when she meets James, her boss.

This is my first poetry, if there is any grammar or vocabulary mistakes then I'm so sorry...... I hope you all will like it. Thank you :):):)

"Where words fail to speak, It takes form of a writing, Writing, a struggle against silence, And its in poetry, It's the most beautiful thing that can ever happen." I never imagined that I could write so much until I found myself alone in my room with a pen in my hand and a blank sheet of paper in front of me. I never had any idea about my mind which stored so many thoughts that they tangled among themselves, waiting to be freed, waiting to get unraveled, waiting to be penned down on a paper. I am not a poet, I am just an ordinary girl, with a mind full of things I am unable to express in speech, Therefore I let my pen speak for me. I hope you will like this poetry compilation "Unraveled Thoughts" Thank you for reading, voting and commenting on the poems. I am really happy to have readers and supporters like you. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic and mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author. ©Miss_Lost_Soul

These lines are directly drawn out from my heart for my Daddy, hope you all enjoy them!

It was an average Muslim girl, who suddenly fell for a man who she soon found out was supposed to be her husband. She ended up falling in love with him, but the problems soon arose leaving their happy ever after questioned.