A broken heart speaks love in every shattered shard,
but the pieces of my heart speak out to you,
the darkness tries to invade and veil my love,
but the light of love keeps glowing hard
I become the candle who melts, becoming slack
thousands of beautiful faces, very few beautiful hearts,
diamonds that look so beautiful and shiny,
but truly, in truth, they are black
life though looks fancy but it is nothing but a ticking clock,
faces do wither with time but not love,
because love is an eternal magic that time can never reveal,
when my heart is mended, I'll let you know in a knock
even then you still want to tear it in two,
please tell me in words that speak so slow,
and because your hands may get hurt,
I'll do it for you.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
