Broken hearts and broken pieces Said will be there to iron the creases I stayed at the door Wishing to hear the words you said before Broken flowers and broken vases Eating out in the China dishes I was on the ground You flew away while I was gasping for some air around Broken masks and broken faces Smiling at the hourly praises I hear voices in my head Left with all the mess on the bed Broken words and broken promises All of this was just some business I called out your name Now all there is fear, guilt and shame. Broken hearts and broken pieces Broken flowers and broken vases Broken masks and broken faces Broken words and broken promises I might be at fault, I need to pick it all.
Why the ambiguous name? Well, though to people around me, I seem like an extroverted person but when it comes to sharing some stuff, I am kind of awkward but I have amazing stories to share. I mostly express myself through "elegy" form of poetry writing and the themes are usually about self-reflection, friendships, loss, love and depressive phase. If you enjoy reading poetry then be a part of my crazy journey and read along :)