If I were a piece of everything
I loved ,
I would be a piece of
my favorite book,
Piece of friends who left me ,
And the ones I left.
Pieces of the people
whom I can't show my affection to-
And the ones who always
pulled me out from my emotional abyss.If I were a piece of everything
I've once loved
I'd be a piece of burnt poems and dried white roses۔
If I were a piece of everything
I've been through ,
I'd be a piece of grief ,
Stitched with my tears
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Gravestones of survival.
Poetry~People often misunderstand my gravestones of survivals into piece of art.~ Random pieces of poetry.