When you knew your heart; which carries
The broken heals
Which you set aside.
You get yourself
endorsed in the vocal of reality.
The walls evolve inside the breathes
It is quite normal yesteryears
As I am living with a consolidation smiles
You can be my fate
You can be my battle to fight !!
True it is,
When you give love,
You get love !!
But the mystery is hidden
It's the fate which decides
To be met or to be broken !!
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Pretty Scars Of Unsure Words
PoetryIt's a Collection of Short Poems. Feelings speaks in Darkness This book Comprises of Those Pretty Scars which are left Unsaid.. Unspoken... they do mean a lot yet they doesn't define. These scars are pretty It's bleeding yet beautiful !! This is my...
