Wordsporn Stories

"as the grey melancholy settled over our restless bodies we will look up to the sky only to realise that our God is not a merciful one."

My_Works123 This is my sister's poetry. If you've opened this, don't exit without reading. I bet you'll love it! #1 in mywritings on 07/10/19

Collection of midnight writeups

..this is my words.. The poems of my broken heart.

Once 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 petrified voyage? Love is like a glow stick. Unable to shine without being broken. Getting over past has always been demanding. Dodging bullets and travelling past all the harrowing memories is definitely a mammoth task. Learning life the hard way is always preferable in order to live life harmoniously. This collection of poems provides you with stages of overcoming your dark past. It goes all the way from relatable agony to standing up for yourself with audacity.