"If your heart was all but a tendril of glass fragile,
That shattered into a million with a mere touch agile,
How was it sharp enough to pierce mine hollow,
Leaving it as a bleeding river of sorrow, for years to follow?"
You'd laughed then, a smile so warm,
It melted my frozen heart in a firestorm.
"I wish it was, but all it came to pass,
Was as a cracked heart, merely stitched in paper.
So, it exploded into a tempest of letters,
Leaving behind my wounded soul in tatters."
But perhaps in your paper heart, carefully crafted,
You'd held a million dreams you'd so earnestly drafted,
And yet, you gave it all away, without dread,
To a monster, who'd known only to shred.
For I reckon, the only reason for your loss,
Is that you loved, my dear, without a cause.
They say love has no bounds,
But at the end of the day, when star lights have gone to pass,
What would you call it, an endless galaxy of treasures,
Or an abysmal pit, that reflects only selfish desires?
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Devil's Workshop
Aléatoire"But being bound by the sails of time, is staying true to oneself really a crime?" Staying true to the proverb, 'An idle mind is a devil's workshop', this book is a mere collection of random ramblings that came out of my jobless mind. This book hold...
