Broken Dreams
Broken Dreams
Wandering like a weirdo,
I am not at all leaving a chance,
To save them in bags,
Bags of books and old jeans,
Cited references of tears,
In every place, I go,
It is troublesome,
To accept the fate of break-up,
Which shattered my dreams,
Like we tore condoms for fun,
As I age,
I can't set limits to the definition of fun,
Everything which looks messy,
Is funny to me,
In those moments,
I see my reflection in every reference.