The faultless wind blew, filled with the moisture of tears,
the argument is deafening like a running old bus in my cognizance,
devious smile expressed fake emotions,
my head was folded like a tree on the mountain,
sorrow flew in my heart like a river stream.
The dusk of my broken heart,
first entered jealousy
then the pain developed,
with no words I smiled though my heart was hurt.
My eyes weren’t deceiving me,
he held her like she’s on auction,
he wounded my heart for she’s a princess to me,
she left him but the image persisted,
Unintentional for me to perceive that
but it broke my heart,
dusk passed and I woke up to sunrise
with a broken heart.