One at a time it slowly
Shattered;
Falling to the ground in noiseless
Sound
to the ears of the outsiders but-
To her’s,
It was the loudest and harshest sound
She heard.
All at once it banged with
Resonance,
Filling the void that was now-
Her heart;
She felt the emptiness more so
Now,
Than she’d ever felt in her
Entire life.
Life is a cycle of broken
Hearts,
When one gets Mend another
Shatters;
Till all of the innocents hearts have
Felt,
What it feels like to be dead yet
Alive;
But maybe that’s the way it
Should be,
So we can learn to heal each
Other’s path;
Though “broken” isn’t the greatest heart
Adjective,
It beats a lot out of a-
Locked-up heart.
beautifully written Ameena
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Thank you very much π
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Vey well written, as always π
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Haha, thanks Icha. Btw, I haven’t forgotten about keeping an eye out for Indonesian menus π
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Ah glad to hear that. If you come to my country, I’ll treat you with lots of delicious Indonesian food π
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This was really beautiful !!
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Aw, thanks Samjoth. I’m glad you think so.
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Yes… it was indeed beautiful π
Keep up the flow !!
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true wisdom my friend!
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Thank you very much Joy π
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Haha, thanks Icha. Btw, I haven’t forgotten about keeping an eye out for Indonesian menus π
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As always beautiful one dear π
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Awww, thanks Nimmi
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In the end, its all about how the heart: felt it, carried it, let it go!
Nice one!
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Haha, thanks Prakash. Sorry, i’ve been sleeping too much lately, the comments all piled up π
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he he.. no issues.. take your time.. π
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