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.
- Author: Dev parth (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 11th, 2023 10:32
- Category: Sad
- Views: 3
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