all the dayI gather my broken pieceswith my handssettle them downwash them offand striveI shine like sun. all the nightI break myselfinto dejected pieces again3 am. is a fightit ruins allI talk to my ghost. -SHREYA
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
all the dayI gather my broken pieceswith my handssettle them downwash them offand striveI shine like sun. all the nightI break myselfinto dejected pieces again3 am. is a fightit ruins allI talk to my ghost. -SHREYA