It must be tears that made my eyes attractive
It must be the cycle of sadness
That made this smile full of genuine happiness
It must be the excitement that made my life full of surprises
It was cruelty that made me lose my kind heart
It was the foul plays that killed my hopes
It was pain that gave birth to anger and hatred
It was the trauma that gave me fear and anxiety
It was depression that stopped me from going outside
It was the gray clouds that made the rain pour it's droplets that was kept all night
It was the past that made me change
Would it be for the best of me?
Or just an on-going torture
A cycle where it ended up going down
Must be tears that'll accompany me
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces Of A Mirror
PoetryThis is a book of poems about the broken souls and the weary hearts. The one's who seeks for revenge and the one's who want to voice their hatred and judgements. The one's who are afraid, frustrated, disappointed and felt worthless.
