Who said things broken cannot be beautiful,
have you lay a broken flower in dairy?
The one in which you wrote about him too,
how he held your hands-on 6th of January,
smiled at you and see you are still blushing.
That shattered relationship was your first love,
Memories of how butterflies felt for the first time.
How can it not be beautiful
even when you feel that you never wanted to feel that way,
why did fall in love when you were damaged?
Glasses break when she walks in front of you,
does that touch your soul
even when you know she is destruction with gorgeous looks?
See I am confronting I am worsened too,
Those broken pieces will love you equally well
I too am dreadful in a beautiful way!