Broken
I thought I'll survive, no matter what,in this world full of lies, Until I knew what life had in store for me, Were none other than silent,painful cries. I knew life had a way of itself, With twists, turns and encounters unaccounted for, But never did I come across one, Whom I found myself caring for. Hatred, wrath and guilt, were all that I could feel, Until the day she came, And my guilty heart did she steal. I felt as if I were being broken- Broken, changed and moulded into someone who wasn't me, For I knew the real me wouldn't ever expect, Even if that was the last thing left to be. My mind and heart, chose their own different paths, Screaming in silence, I disappeared, Into a wilderness of thoughts and lies, From which I could never return I feared. Blinded by love, I chose the path which my heart desired, But little knowledge did I have about the world, When one day she disappeared. Promises were broken, ties were cut; Lies were revealed, And my heart was shut. Nothing was visible to me, Except the old, faded picture of us, Before I felt my heart shatter, Into countless shards of broken glass.
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Karima
Wow so touching .... love it
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Beatrice
It's great
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Natalia Cunningham
Holyy Love!😍
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