It's beautiful & odd
when a stranger
can be something significant
& impossible
It's when a single petal of a rose
may mean everything dies
or when a single word of affection
may give you the biggest lies.
You see a mother holding a child
but you know it's not hers.
The child having so many dreams
but you perceived it can't be his.
The clock ticks
and every seconds count.
Some has lived,
others are trying.
You never know what definitions
a thing or a person can give.
But one thing's for sure,
they leave & bid blurry goodbyes.
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Up
Poezie"Hand me the pieces- of my heart, i'll mend it- all by myself." Poetry 2016 @powderspgnbb
