• meh_reen 9w

    I envy people
    Who make broken
    Look beautiful.

    When they cry
    Tears sparkle like pearls
    And smile yet brightens the face

    When they speak
    The pain in their voice is a drug
    And fluence like a river brimming to flow.

    Broken is not beautiful

    Its like a mountain of sand
    Standing tall yet
    Losing itself bit by bit.

    Broken is a vessel
    Which holds but
    makes an empty sound

    Broken is a star
    Yet doomed to fall.