So do you remember carrying a broken heart?
And promise, you will protect it better this time, again.
After how many broken promises did that one came?
I don't remember exactly because from here, all of them look same.
You remember dirtying your diary with those thoughts?
Oh! I just wanna burn that thing,but can't.
Because it holds a lot of memories, just like this one, being written without a pen.
Did I use to feel guilty for those around me?
Or is it a new thing?
But I remember wrapping my heart in layers, and I am wrapping it into more again. Why are you crying, you fool? I thought you were a grown up with more sense.
It was not even that big deal.
Stop making a mountain out of a grain.
I always try to be a closed book but I couldn't be more open.
And yet no one notices, maybe because I got lucky as it doesn't interest them.
But isn't it what you wanted? Then why your eyes are drenched?
As I want my heart to be free and still want people to understand.
