I walked past the seashore.
Amassed the broken flakes of my ecstasy.
Fabricated a sandcastle of my desires.
Blissful tears in my eyes
until i discerned a despairing sight.
the waves of his wickedness
washed away my only source of joyous.
My feet sunk into the delicate sand as i impassively walked away.
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Essences Of Brokenness
PoetryOnce you're in love you begin fancying the perks it provides you with and ignore the cons. What's this thing about love which truly terrifies you? Is it the state of being broken after drifting apart or fear of inability to cope up after the petrifi...
