The days seem longer,
Time at a halt,
Is this how a broken heart feels?
The wind seems to be moving away,
The flowers wilting.
Spring is said to be the season where flowers bloom.
But the flower pot you gave me this winter,
Is dead, dead like our Love.
You left me right at the pinnacle.
My silver lining has a hole right in the middle,
I fell through the Hole,
I landed flat on the ground with a “thud”,
I didn’t break a bone nor did I lose any blood.
Just a broken smile and a Broken heart.
The pain is numbing, my mind alert.
My heart not working,
A mask plastered to my face.
A longing that you’ll come back.
A longing that you’ll save the flower pot.
Neither did you come, nor was the Flower pot saved.