She speaks a lot,
But her heart very little.
She is witty,
But her heart isn't.
She fakes a smile,
But her heart doesn't.
She hides her pain from everyone,
But her heart shares it with void.
She says she doesn't feel,
But her heart knows.
She might show she's strong when she is broken,
But her heart can't.
Yes, she is wrong many times,
But her heart is right.
Always.
Her heart was fragile.
But she found none
Who could handle it
With care.
And everytime her heart broke
Into thousands;
She collected the pieces,
Tried to be fine.
But some or the other came,
And broke the tiny big
Shattered heart of hers
Into millions.
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Reflections, Shadows & Silhouttes
General Fiction"It wasn't the broken glass that pierced her constantly, It was her broken heart itself." . . . . . . . . . . . . . [Loading:p]
