I built my heart around a dying flower,
Believing its silence was love.
Like an empty shore after the tide,
I learned how loneliness survives.
The bird forgets its fallen feathers,
Yet the feather remembers the sky.
Somehow, the pain remains;
The tears refuse to come.
As for me—
I am shattered glass.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
I built my heart around a dying flower,
Believing its silence was love.
Like an empty shore after the tide,
I learned how loneliness survives.
The bird forgets its fallen feathers,
Yet the feather remembers the sky.
Somehow, the pain remains;
The tears refuse to come.
As for me—
I am shattered glass.
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