i am a broken part that has lost its constituent,
i am a part broken,
its pieces stolen..
a part with emotions swollen.
i, i am a broken hearted being,
whose pain aches like a sting,
with my baque i stand on ropes of despair,
holding my inflicted heart on the palm of my hands,
trying to find its match,
a piece to make it whole,
but in vain...i find no soul.
i am a wound bleeding pain,
shot with the emotional pistol,
feeling like i've been slained.
i am a heart with a vast scar,
a scar that can't be mended with a patch to cease it from bleeding love.
i am a broken winged-bird that neither flies nor walks but stands on the surface of solititude,
loneliness turning me into a slave.
i am an eye that once in love could see,
but now i am blind for tears that i cry avert my sight.
i am often a shooter who never misses his aimed targets but i made a blunder and found an arrow right through my bosom because of my false ideas of being inlove with someone...i am just broken
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