• get2muadh 5w

    FRAIL

    Over the last one year
    I've changed so much
    That I do not recognize myself
    Not anymore
    I'm fond of collecting junk jewelry and trinkets
    I have box full
    And yet scant, forgotten memories of you
    Leak from my eyes, every night
    I was ten when I learnt control,
    Someone hurt me and I did not cry at all
    I felt as if I had figured life,
    Little did I know that my journey ahead, was a greater fall.