Sunday, May 7, 2017

Broken

I'm a glass. Broken. Everyone cautiously walks away from me. At such a time you come close and try to fix me. Of all the people I land up hurting you. Not because I want to, only because I'm broken. You still have faith, clean up the blood you've shed and continue to work on me.

That's why you are my favorite person!

2 comments:

Sneha said...

Beautiful!!

Meghna said...

Thanks 😊