Broken

A thousand pieces 

Strewn about 

of my shiny heart.

I gather them carefully

One by one, again,

For another start. 

How is it 

That your eyes dance 

To another tune, 

While I make music 

For you all day 

From July to June? 

A thousand dreams 

Strewn about 

From me to you, 

Please take them all

And give me my love

Back in lieu. 

Busy

You and I together
Make or break our home
Why then make mountains out of molehills
And make me write a poem?


I was irritated
You were rude too
Let's now please bury the hatchet
For we both have work to do!