Hey my dear little heart I'm sorry for breaking you many times I know you are innocent u always believe evil people easily u always fall in honey trap of people when come out you used to having deep wounds of trust on you . That always scratched by people again and again . Oh my dear u are that innocent that you feel of other and you console them without any fear of being . I know you feel lonely and sad cause when you need someone theirs no one with you and even they laugh endlessly on your pain. I know you don't like anybody you wanna be alone or place where no one knows you. I know you always cry inside and smile outside. One little poetry for you my heart
Flower[heart] make everyone Smile with their beauty But sometimes it make Others cry When try to Broke it from plants
Plants [body ]try to Protect it with their thrones But it didn't work Cause plucker are That much foxy For breaking Flowers they use Different things
With that things They a part a flower Away from the plants And mash up it for their benefits
writersnetwarkMelancholic and magnified metaphors embraced in tale of heart scared with scars along with time . The way it is beautified and indeed the detailings of abode in prose is heartfelt. Spellbinding verses and outstanding word selection.
Out of the fear of her stampeding life, my youthful woman kept the lipsticks of her in my heart. My heart, which she laid low in her bag, in it were the hues of red matte; no one other than her excited my spirit to bleed in red. Out from her wildly rushed life, the heart has slipped somewhere from her fingers. Soon she will realise that people barely return to give back the fallen things and if she returns, I will be gone from the deck of lost people. How furiously things change overnight, A heart turned into a pouch, Her red matte shaded itself into the blacks and purples, and after the fall of our last night together, her spirit of daysprings is still stuck at 3 am. @furqanahmed