"In the garden of fake love,
the flowers wilt
under the weight of insincerity"
-Anonymous
All the world's a stage,
A stage where stories play.
A play with actors of perfect skill,
Making me their prey...
Surrounding my air,
With impeccable illusions.
Making my heart,
long for those delusions.
Performing ,pretending,
Tearful, heart-wrenching
Pieces of art,
Tearing me apart..
Breaking my heart...
For it had never pretended...
Thank you....
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Beautifully Broken
PoetryThis collection of poems delves into the depths of heartbreak and loneliness. It explores a myriad of emotions that are all too familiar, offering solace and understanding to those who struggle with the complexities of a broken heart...
