There's joy in every sadness,
Behind the painted smile lies a hidden truth-
Of being a fading memory.
There's beauty in every scar;
A past of failures and chances-
I am now a breathing piece of hope.
There are tears in every success;
Felt nothing but shame,
I still beg for a flashing fame.
There's doubt in every dream-
What if I can't don't this?
Clouded with so many fears.
There's fake in every genuine,
Invisible hate for the sea-
Of friends, laughing at one's mistake.
There's nothing in my poem-
Just like me, this is just
an another junk in my playlist.
-roseesesch
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
