He comes with a lot of scars.
He comes with a lot of shards.
If you see his being as brimming, then know it's the pieces of fragments from shards of his heart and some are missing.
So don't embark.
The journey to an incomplete shards of heart don't dare start.
Disgruntled and dismantled into tiny pieces like grains of grass,
You don't see the harm in coming close, but these grains of grass from shards of his heart are made of glass.
You can't capture him complete,
Pieces of him so minuscule your eyes would miss.
And for every piece missed, a piece of him is pissed; even that, you'd miss.
He's right in front of you, but at full stretch you won't reach.
You peer into his eyes, searching for hints, but its just pitch black darkness of bottomless pit.
He smiles and hugs,
Makes you laugh and talk,
You try picking his brain, but missed all his thoughts.
You failed at unlocking the door to his world.
Don't feel bad,
I'm sorry you're hurt from the pieces of glass.
But now you'd understand; "The journey to an incomplete shards of heart don't dare start".
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Soulful Art
PoetryComprising of various poems, in no particular order, I hope u guys love it. I hope this book reaches you in any way possible, and I hope its not too shabby.... your votes and comments matters a lot.....Love you guys
