Poetry
When the heart that is broken,
Broken apart is screaming in pain,
It plead to be release,
Release from a cage of broken glasses,
That it's trapped inside,
With each movement that is made,
It tore the skin apart,
A heart that prolonged to be set free,
Even if it know,
Even if it's broken apart,
A heart is still torn to pieces,
The scars that no longer can be hidden,
Mend by a broken sorrow,
How can it survive,
Perhaps could still be living in a lie,
A lie with thousands of smile,
But only a smile to hide a broken sorrow,
Only to face another tomorrow.
Broken apart is screaming in pain,
It plead to be release,
Release from a cage of broken glasses,
That it's trapped inside,
With each movement that is made,
It tore the skin apart,
A heart that prolonged to be set free,
Even if it know,
Even if it's broken apart,
A heart is still torn to pieces,
The scars that no longer can be hidden,
Mend by a broken sorrow,
How can it survive,
Perhaps could still be living in a lie,
A lie with thousands of smile,
But only a smile to hide a broken sorrow,
Only to face another tomorrow.
© Nana Asakawa 2020
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