Nov 2020
My glass heart breaks
Every time I hit rock bottom
But, my mind tells me
That what I have isn't made of some silicon crystal
I have mettle
I shall rise
So, my friends can see me run
Through the flames
My iron fist breaks through sound barriers
I am whole again
But, her heart isn't made of sterner stuff
Every time I hit rock bottom
But, my mind tells me
That what I have isn't made of some silicon crystal
I have mettle
I shall rise
So, my friends can see me run
Through the flames
My iron fist breaks through sound barriers
I am whole again
But, her heart isn't made of sterner stuff
I can't forgive her for leaving me at my worst, when I deserved her at my best.
(27/M/New Delhi, India)
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