The images of broken frame,
shattered across the untidy floor,
look up,you aren't the same,
wanting nothing less but more.

Pull me down,hit me hard,
i shall not break,i am built strong,
Slippery,rough and tough roads,
i'll not quit,when i am not wrong,

Drag me away or pull me close,
i am okay with the thorns,
if i could blossom like a rose,
though it pricks me hard,pricks me again

I am not getting back,never again
the sugar filled words,then the gift of tears,
now my mind is sane,devoid of pain,
Dreams,desires,success-cheers!!

The images of broken frame,
shattered across the untidy floor,
look up,you aren't the same,
wanting nothing less but more.

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