Broken
Palak Verma
I didn't need you, when I saw you, But I saw in you such a sadness, My wings flew to you, towards the ground, where your broken wings did lie, I let you in my life, I only showed its beautiful sides. I saw you so sad, that I got sad too, I thought you'll need me, but I was wrong, And I just wanted to help, as I knew I could. I fell for you, but you didn't, I got sad too... Now, we're both broken, still fixing each other, And now you're happy, but I'm still sad... You left me on the ground, you're so bad... Will you return back and pick me up? From your "oh so happy world"?? Or will I be lying here, with my broken wings, for some angel to come? You're gone, and I'm still crying, You were broken? You've been lying!! I maybe wrong, but you weren't right too... So tell me!! What I'm supposed to do? Be broken, or be loon?? You didn't see in me, what I saw in you, and now I'll be broken soon...
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