The Poetry: Echoes

5. Broken Pots And Dreamlands

"We are the broken pots,
Cracked, chipped yet
Etched our stories in the clay."
He said, "We can mend each other
And live somewhere far away"
You know the greatest things were once broken..."
But she looked at the ground
And saw the floor in "Red"
So, her legs moved a little aback

"But what if it's different?
What if it's different for us...?"
The question he whispered
And she knew the possibility,
The mere probability-
Any word of worth
can change the world
So she let him hold her hand
As they took a trip to her Dreamland

"See this, see that!" Pointing at
everything
like a child rushing through the dream,
Running, syncing, and believing
Knowing everything is temporary
He was still relieved,
But she was
Made to build up,
then break down,
And leave the party as soon as she was in.

He was crying and then screaming,
"Where did I go wrong?"
And her masquerade fell
As the wind turned into a storm,
The warmth lost, leaving the hands in the cold.
"No, no one can love
anyone enough"