I have been holding on to
Promises and feeling’s,
Since long that I could no
longer see the real “me”
I left behind.

​

Every ounce of mine held
The vulnerability,
Shattering the hope into pieces,
Streams of tears with dozens of smile
Taught me the lesson of lifetime.

​

In hope of glueing
The scattered particle;
I collected the soul to be mended again,
As my heart etched patterns
Of life forward.

​

I coagulated myself yet again
Framing the world I desire;
Carving a new me,
And that’s what;
Waiting turned me into.

​

— ©Subathra

I have been holding on to
Promises and feeling’s,
Since long that I could no
longer see the real “me”
I left behind.

​

Every ounce of mine held
The vulnerability,
Shattering the hope into pieces,
Streams of tears with dozens of smile
Taught me the lesson of lifetime.

​

In hope of glueing
The scattered particle;
I collected the soul to be mended again,
As my heart etched patterns
Of life forward.

​

I coagulated myself yet again
Framing the world I desire;
Carving a new me,
And that’s what;
Waiting turned me into.

​

— ©Subathra

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I have been holding on to
Promises and feeling’s,
Since long that I could no
longer see the real “me”
I left behind.

​

Every ounce of mine held
The vulnerability,
Shattering the hope into pieces,
Streams of tears with dozens of smile
Taught me the lesson of lifetime.

​

In hope of glueing
The scattered particle;
I collected the soul to be mended again,
As my heart etched patterns
Of life forward.

​

I coagulated myself yet again
Framing the world I desire;
Carving a new me,
And that’s what;
Waiting turned me into.

​

— ©Subathra

Make this yours. Add images, text and links, or connect data from your collection.

I have been holding on to
Promises and feeling’s,
Since long that I could no
longer see the real “me”
I left behind.

​

Every ounce of mine held
The vulnerability,
Shattering the hope into pieces,
Streams of tears with dozens of smile
Taught me the lesson of lifetime.

​

In hope of glueing
The scattered particle;
I collected the soul to be mended again,
As my heart etched patterns
Of life forward.

​

I coagulated myself yet again
Framing the world I desire;
Carving a new me,
And that’s what;
Waiting turned me into.

​

— ©Subathra