The day you left
I felt,
Like everything was over.
A broken soul lying on the bed,
And all the memories from the start were flashing back.
The good The bad
The bad memories were there,
But the good ones hunted the most,
Our best memory became like the scariest ghost.
I was finding difficult to breath that night,
The memories still hunting me and causing a shiver run down my spine.
I was numb, tears were flowing like no tomorrow
And all I could do was count the pieces of my broken heart in sorrow.
-Aafiya Darbar.
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Broken Heart...
PoetryThis is a poem of a broken person written by me. Its just a poem written by me while doing Maths I think its good need your advise!
