I cannot read my own words,Lest I shed a tear,For all the aching memories,That I hold so very dear.
When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years
Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness
Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars
I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.