CHRONICLE OF A BROKEN MIRROR
Tattered was the broken heart,
shackled with the delusory love,
The Sun grueling the earth,
So was the lover of love.
He tottered like a reeler,
In the label of love,
A stone hit the mirror of the lover,
Heart broken for love.
A patsy we can rattling call,
Like the Moon war-ridden the Sun,
The mirror of love at is fall,
“My broken heart” sang in a tone.
Tears of pains fall for my broken heart
As I ne’er thought your words were falsehood
Leaving my soul apart
Was my heart not good?
When you love me, you said “Forever”
Now that you left, I know you meant “Never”
My heart tears out blood from my broken heart
Leaving me in pieces in art
My heart starts to break without you
As tears rush down my face
Memories couldn’t be erase
How can I love without you?
This poem begins with awesome lines,
Flowing from its mouth like consonant
But there’s someone on fire with deep lies,
Running throw the lane of my heart like ants.
I walked with thunder in my vein,
I fought for space in the soil of my finger’s brain,
I tried to trace my way back
Through the lines in my palms I hacked.
when you see me singing with birds
It is because I’ve learnt to carry my home,
So to lace it around good hope
Love is a battle that leaves one broken.
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