Collapsed heart
I followed flying butterflies as I craved
But they landed me deep into a grave
I bled right on the floor not just the pain that I was raped
Neither was it the bruise, the size or the shape…
But seeing the many beautiful promises
Fly away as flames from burnt fuses,
I once had confidence right on the stage
But Cameras of love replaced my image
Making me a coward dwelling all alone
Without a home, heart, name, number and a phone.