You have no idea.
On how you are breaking me apart,
only to reconstruct me from the shattered pieces.
You have no idea.
On how your words stopped my heart,
only to mend again for a fresh start.
You have no idea.
On how my soul was crying,
and breaking,
and falling,
and dying,
silently
for countless times.
You just have no idea.
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Poetry of the Soul
PoetryOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
