I have sown my heart with thread and needle,
But still there were cracks.
I used a mask to hide the pain.
I lost hope that these cracks will ever get filled.
When I saw you I change my will.
You gave me
Love,
Care and
Hope
that this mask will get removed.
But why did you become the next one,
to break my heart into finer pieces.
I gave you
My love,
My trust,
Everything that I owned.
Now I am left with no hope.
You went from my life, making me wear the mask again.
YOU ARE READING
Coruscate☄
PoeziePAINTING IS POETRY which is seen but not heard. POETRY IS A PAINTING which is heard but not seen. -Leonardo Da Vinci . . . Coruscate (...
