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For every pieces in my heart, falls apart
For every pieces of the glass, left ajar
Broken from amidst within I stay,
Left for the destiny to slay
Of what's left remaining of me,
Of what's left broken inside,
For everyday-its a new wake,
With pieces of love that I take-
Collecting from the memories,
Of smiles blurring my eyes,
Into something melodious that seems strange
To this fatal frayed heart of mine.
The daily phrase, again and again,
Just a new day as it arises,
From the ashes that's left in the past.
Just the rages from a violent haze,
Passing in mould of new wake,
To take away all the restraints that I hold.
But the storms reigning inside, cant tell less
Than to blow the petals of the bloom.
And me?
I floated with the wind,
Rusty, floaty, withering wind,
Away from the soulless creases
Into something more paracosmic.
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Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
