Brittle

Once there was a world
Quite a fantasy left untold
those hands that clasped tight
promised an everlasting trust
Words that left unspoken
made innumerable meanings
for what that was left of it
was the silence which spoke loud
those lovely freckles that started
fallin continuously like snow
a lighter heart, a little heart
was soaked in sugar sprinkled love

For little i knew would this
last ain't little more of it
just a good ol breeze that pass
tossed and brushed my heart
-Anand