By Habiba Zaidi
We are an art,
Who fall in love,
And then fall apart.
Love of everything,
From dreams to desires.
Beautiful people with pretty problems,
Looking for tranquility,
We often lose ourselves.
And on that memory shelve,
All our dreams lay broken.
Young generation with old soul we exist,
And often in this messy world,
We forget to live.
@Shreya
Thank you so much 😊
Beautiful.