You can try mending my heart,
You can try all you want,
The cries of sorrow still hold me,
In every feeling, melancholy, still I see.
Go ahead, try breaking my walls,
But remember my heart will push you out fiercely,
It is not that it doesn't want to be fixed and happy,
But it doesn't believe in happiness anymore, really.
So, fix me all you want,
Try showing me the lights to follow,
But my heart is irreparably damaged,
And I fear when all your efforts go in vain,
It will make you like me, hollow.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoesíaAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...