They said, I break hearts,
not with love but with the affection,
where attachment becomes a sin, and lovers turn into sinners,
the heart that never broke,
now crashes down with a single thought about being in it,
Love, they said, I break hearts,
who knew the one who carries a fractured heart, is trying to forget the memory she has of being loved,
hand in hand,
encircled in arms,
with little kisses adorning the forehead, trying to locate all fragments of the heart,
to give it a new life,
yet living by,
they said, I break hearts,
Breaking hearts~
