It looks like a broken mirror,
The moonlight seeping through.
Those tree branches covering it's shine,
A part of our fantasy.
It holds so much attention,
and wishes that are to be fulfilled.
Gives hope to that 10 yr old,
Looking at it with eyes that gleamed.
But then the child grew up,
and the gleam in his eyes vanished.
He started caring for those judging stares,
and the mirror was long left alone with a saddened heart.
Then came a night,
When he looked back.
Forgot those damned souls,
And smiled at the mirror which mended together.
___________
Did you understand the meaning behind this poem?
It's not well written..I'll try better next time.
Until next time.
Bye my dreamers.
Goodnight.
Don't forget to vote and comment.
YOU ARE READING
Stiches in my heart
PoetryThis is a collection of small poems that are very personal to me. I will add new ones every chance that i get.I might also add few articles and writings too. You might feel I am a very sad and dark person..well,this is life,and these poems are the r...
