Friday, 29 November 2013


A thousand mirrors broke inside,
Nothing matters, you broke or I,
The broken mirrors have your face,
Leaving trails and finding Trace,
of your love, of your voice, 
of your words, of your choice
A thousand beats skipped my heart
hours back, these were innocent
Who's guilty, how does it matter,
Moments were filthy, that shattered..
I'm yet to find the way for living,
Thanks for everything, it's Thanksgiving..

1 comment:

  1. Truly - who's guilty doesn't matter once the mirror is shattered.