The heart broken are beautiful people,
It just came upto me
The girl who could not get over a crush
For 5 years,
The boy who still in love
to the girl friend
who is married now,
But then you wonder,
Are they?
Clingy little people
Desperate.
Lost in their own hurt,
In their own grief,
Pathetic right?
But they smile,
Sometimes with their teary eyes,
And they look at the world
With gentle eyes
Sometimes they make art
Beautiful art
Which people half understand,
Holding on to the hot cup,
Why have their impulses
failed them
Unable to let go
And they suffer day and night
And I find them beautiful
Broken are so my types
And sometimes,
I feel a hint of pride
One of them,
the chosen one.
It just came upto me
The girl who could not get over a crush
For 5 years,
The boy who still in love
to the girl friend
who is married now,
But then you wonder,
Are they?
Clingy little people
Desperate.
Lost in their own hurt,
In their own grief,
Pathetic right?
But they smile,
Sometimes with their teary eyes,
And they look at the world
With gentle eyes
Sometimes they make art
Beautiful art
Which people half understand,
Holding on to the hot cup,
Why have their impulses
failed them
Unable to let go
And they suffer day and night
And I find them beautiful
Broken are so my types
And sometimes,
I feel a hint of pride
One of them,
the chosen one.
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