In the shards of a heart, fractured and scarred,
Broken, yet resilient, though love may be marred.
The echoes of pain, a haunting bazaar,
Yet in the fragments, a strength bizarre.
Love may falter, a flickering star,
But in the broken, we find who we are.
A symphony of sorrow, a bittersweet guitar,
In the silence, resilience leaves its scar.
Better to be broken, than love subpar,
For in the fractures, we discover the bizarre.
A mosaic of emotions, a masterpiece by far,
In the broken, we find what\'s truly our.
So let the heart shatter, like a falling star,
In the broken, there\'s a beauty bizarre.
For from the ruins, we rise, we spar,
Broken, yet better, than love held at par.