A few lines that I had written on November 16, 2009 when I didn't even know what heart breaking was. Call it a kind of dejawoo
I heard something break, where is the sound coming from?
I heard it shatter- but where did d voice belong?
I heard it shatter- but where did d voice belong?
nothing was around, everything ws still,
i touched myself- i was as cold as the window sill,
i tried to breathe but the sound came out again,
made me realize the shattering was from within,
it wasn't a glass, it wasn't a painting of art,
That's when I realized- it was my shattering heart.