Dear Diary,
My heart dies across the road of my greatest desire. I saw him there dancing with the most beautiful lady that he could ever aspire.
I let myself watched him for one last time. My eyes are recording what I should have been known at the end of the line.
Tears flow, wet skin, soaked clothes, rain drops, and broken smiles. I shrugged the colds off and walk far away like millions of miles.
Hope, love, risk, and pain. I was standing there watching him in vain. Risked my peacefulness only to fall back into the realms of sadness. I love him ardently yet ended up crying hardly. I hope he will not hurt her like how he hurt me recklessly.
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diary of a broken soul
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems. This is for those who have a broken soul trapped in a tired, restless body. Every piece of your brokenness will fit in each word, and every part of you will be in every chapter. Be with the book, as it will conti...
