Broken wings



Those scars those scars

Shine like the stars

Only if you could see through them

You would know the story behind

Deep deep within those bitter sweet memories

Lies a dark secret and a good fortune

Which is inevitable.


She was depicted as glamorous

With holes and stiches,

Yet none could see

How she was acting, so guile.


Down to earth, a description of her

But a rotter she thought of herself.

Only if the world could see

How broken she is.












By ummisalma

Hiding Behind Poetry

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