BrokenA Poem by sharmaEven Warmth is not a
comfort now, How did I turn into
this? You owe me a heart now Cause my heart flew
away with the butterflies To your sunny lands And I am here gulping stones
with every breath In the tundra climate I was mad, I was
mental Who falls in love this
easy? Your lips didn't touch
me Your words were never
to my praise And still I get dreams
of you! So sad for me, Alas! Who could cry like me? Bitter and tear less at
the same time Lost in the gloomy moods Crinkled, heartless
and frozen © 2019 sharma |
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Added on February 14, 2019 Last Updated on February 14, 2019 |