Can you put together what was once my heart?
Of course, you should first tell me where the parts are.
Too much of a burden and complete dedication I would be asking.
I won't.
You do not deserve to fix my misery because then you sunken and drown in my deep problems and aloof thoughts.
Is not that I don't love you, is that I can't bare to hurt you.
I know this breaks your heart, but bare My broken heart.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Mysteries
PoetryPoetry is a fine way to tell you exactly who I am. And yet, you'd still be clueless. But of course, prove me wrong.
