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BROKERSHEART Jun 4
Passing every shadow,
He reigns the lonely nights of fall.
Through the walls I peek,
To steal a glance at him.
All alone he stand,
To warm the hearts of lost.
I met him by the nights of Autumn,
Behind the clouds he watched
The rest of the ceasing buds.
Oh! How can I not adore
The Majestic Being of the fallen nights,
Though alone in the sky
Never did he try to escape.

To the wintertide,
Sealing every soul of grief
He delivers the summer end.
Marking every beats he close from a distant
But even so at times I grief,
For this Royal Being do
Never reach the bliss spring.
Beauty of the unreachable
BROKERSHEART Jun 4
Amble in circle, looking  for a peace of mind
How do I gather the bits I failed?
But in my lonely night, it's only the stars that I have
Sinking in the hollow, fading in the shadow
Never enough the dusk to sing for myself

The misery of love, the fantasy of pain
Does it make a difference to be wanted?
Too numb to think, too wake to dream
Can't wish through my head
Give me a remedy to feel the melody
But I'm not a grief that flutter
Measure to call me brittle
Memories is the legacy I have....
" Finding meaning in the mess and music in the silence "
BROKERSHEART May 31
The night is dark
And the wind is fierce.
Against the couch as I lay
The echoes of thine day drew nearer to me.

   Upon the bier; thy body laid shady
   My feels in clattered drowned
   The clouds gathered,
   To morn thy doom.
   To think of thee there;
   I wail in pain to miss thee
   To remind me of thine old days
   The short comings I feared;
   The bliss experience, the bitter remorse
   With every moment I embraced.
   Wilt thou never wake?
   Thy serene sleep I gazed.

Distorted in the scars,
The shrills of the dispatched souls
Shall I ever love to remember?
In many ways I failed thee……
BROKERSHEART May 26
Ohh….. How cruel it is
The farewell of the vitals
Bid-bye and force yourself not to grief,
Un-content of your days
Still wears a smile,
Wish there is no partings
Yet still the goodbyes
Never wish to grow old with the memories,
A promise of forever
Only for a memories to remain
Trapped between dreams and reality.
Why not die……
Than witness the bitter partings
Because when people leave for eternity
Their returns never bothered.
“Memories never leave”
BROKERSHEART May 15
It’d be a debt of guilt,
To be left untold
Of such a Masterpiece.
Born by the stars,
He possess the title of his destiny.
The Marvellous Soul,
The definition of Perfect.
Not enough the 26 alphabet,
To carve his charm.
For even the Death would yield in shame,
Upon his pride.
For the one who made perfection feel real—this is how I remember you.
BROKERSHEART May 12
Too young to regret; too old to start over
Hold on the night to scream over you hate
Dreamt the love with warrant,
Do the world pay you to be a loner?
Torture the life you deserve,
You found none to weep
Fake your way; leave the scars

To feel the waves in reverse,
Drowned in blood, I'd smile in peace
I'd work for it, to grow back in time
To feel the dark; dreaming a lifetime for more
Pay the mystery to buy the eternity
Tackle the judge,
Forsake the grief,
****** the past....
This poem is for anyone who’s ever stood at the edge of their own story, wondering whether to rewrite it or burn the pages.
BROKERSHEART May 9
Those icy hands,
Holding the tears of life,
How long will the midnight last?

Like the bird in cage,
She watch the life played on her.

Concealing the flaws,
She pretend;
The perfect daughter.

Carving her pain in pages,
She dreamt the beautiful life.

Walking through the crowd,
She lost;
Living her name.

She don’t know what she is,
She was just a shadow.

She turn herself cold,
To prove;
She is tough.

But how can she not wish,
The desires she had?
“The weight of silence, the ache of pretending, and the small, stubborn hopes that still live inside.“
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