My heart,
It crumbles every night
With pain, with darkness
making me feel as if
It's the end
And every morning,
I pick up its ruins
trying to bandage it somehow
But there are cracks left in it
And i don't know how to fill them up.
-broken hearts
YOU ARE READING
[of dreams and galaxies]
PoetryIt's about ache, heart ache. Like turning every sad heartbeat into something tragic.