She Loves Broken Things —Sidharth

As the moon malevolently beams
My nightmares blossom like roses during springs.
But tonight, I hope to meet her in my dreams
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, in her eyes burn countless constellations
While that winged seraph plays her harp’s strings.
Hopefully, she’ll quell my horror laden hallucinations
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, her voice calms the restless oceans
& she out carols all the nightingales when she sings.
Perhaps with a lullaby, she’ll soothe my raging emotions
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, with her humble divine grace
She wraps dysfunctional tragedies in her wings.
Perhaps she’ll wipe the tears too, from my face
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’m broken but I consider myself blessed
For some ruins, hold treasures more than the wealthiest of kings
& I’ll outpour my hidden treasures on her heavenly breast
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

To satisfy her abstract compassionate art
With my last breath, I surrender somethings.
I give her my shattered soul, my broken heart;
& perhaps with love, she’ll mend those broken things.

Read more —Sidharth @Writing Rhymes

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