The Sounds

I pledged to not to lose myself again

Again.

Trust is a fragile thing,

a tiny wispy creature

If, a woman she is

Easy to bend, molded and broken back

I don’t feel broken,

When broken, one can piece back

What if, it’s the sound of shattering I hear

Inch by inch

Of my fragile heart?

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