reconstruct a broken heart
mend it with love
the stitches might come undone,
so stuff it with meaning
the filling might exit,
for there exist yet incomplete sutures
a month’s end is just a page flip,
next chapter has the key scheme of being tender
why assume what will help placate,
tip-tap, tick-tack of phonetic musing
justice is what a muse renders
creating is the symbolic nature,
acceptance they don’t condone
speaking, they do seldom
bright young alive, till when
the express leaves tonight
i wait by the stands, herein
replicas of similar edges
a rubix’s cube failed to fathom
cheesy post-its stuck to the wall,
all giving ideas of dates, memories to be kept
you above them all,
ascending higher than the native sky goers
slip the serum just enough that truth gathers,
keeping it stuck to the shelves
black and blue is a bruise in healing,
a yellow-ish hue, purple at the beginning
where are the thoughts,
the ones that lie
met up with people,
i forget what they wore, then they shied
doesn’t matter if it’s for eyes to see
no one hears them however, like me
thoughts, positions, prompts and cartoons
intrinsic nature of hiding it in words
but truth is everywhere, it always stood
searching still, damaging skills
there exist multiple
but there stand only a few tall
some nine houses behind the hill