Mistakes; they happen,
happen by fault,
by careless wrong doings,
by mindless creatures.
So was I,
and having said that,
I confess,
it was my mistake,
I foolishly lent you
my heart,
only for you to
shred it into million parts.
Won't repeat it,
be assured;
for folly turns us
mindful,
heartbreaks strong,
as we know, there is nothing
much left,
in decaying garden of
remains of sweet memories,
there is nothing left
to fear.
YOU ARE READING
I hope
Poetry"Heart breaks and tear stains. sleepless nights and foggy eyes. Shattered dreams and unuttered cries They might comprise my days so far, yet, in midst of the chaos and emotions, I will rise with fire in my eyes." Cover by: @Glass_Sword
