how easy it is
to fall apart
but finding someone
who will catch these
falling pieces is rare
those beings are antique
they try to find their way
into hearts,
in a modernised life,
why does it have to be
so difficult for someone to
accept you as you are
even though it is, that your pieces
have been crushed as fine
as silt,
is this how society
has been plotted out,
that one has to comply
to such cruelty and
mediocrity, that prevents
them from being a free
spirit, to feel beautiful
and equally loved
if so be the case,
what's the point of a
sunflower blooming
among a meadow of
white roses
- k y r v t
