When I love, it is extreme
When I hate, it is extreme
No middle-ground; no moderation
My heart has such an accommodation
Living with a broken heart
That bleeds time and again
I tend to shatter it myself
To save it being crushed by others
Halting what may have been
I kill a piece of my soul
Swimming in the ever present misery
I move around wearing a happy face
A happy face that is a mask
My stubbornness shielding like an armour
There are chinks here and there; if one cares to see
I hide my extremes by the cloak of indifference
Lair of a Wordsmith © 
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Thanks
Love.
Thank you.
Thumbs up! Specially the last verse, Hina.
Thank you so much Sumayyah.
Funny how free time can create wonders 🙂 Welldone Hina !
Thank you Shahaan and yes the time when you’re bored becomes the time when creativity attacks 🙂
Beautiful…. ❤ ❤ ❤
Loved these lines, "Living with a broken heart
That bleeds time and again
I tend to shatter it myself
To save it being crushed by others."
Thanks Nigham 🙂
This one is even better
Keep up the good work 🙂
Thank you 🙂