hammered hearts,
sequin souls
enigmatic eyes turn red,
scattered smiles,
distant dreams,
i guess the fragments eroded away too far.

i didn't know,
i didn't bother,
to look after those tiny pieces...
when one sudden day...
i felt at the pit of my existence-
those pieces being picked up.

adored all day,
nourished all night,
held closely in a home,
each tiny piece grew-
into new golden hearts-
whole,
phenomenal,
loved.

i have so many hearts to take care of now, but i know they are all safely preserved.

Author's note:

this verse is dedicated to everyone who has read till this far.

thank you, my lovely reader.

p.s. - there can never be a full-stop after 'sayonara', farewell.