Broken by Aleksandra Vujisic

Broken

By Aleksandra Vujuisc

It feels like waking up next to a ghost and craving for life and getting lost, and I want to hold the girl that I used to be, tell her that ancient secret for me doesn’t mean more than a sweet lie come on little girl, be brave, don’t cry. Broken, like a glass of wine after a fight, broken with all that was mine, without no light, broken like a preacher of forgotten prayers, like a painting with no colors and layers, and never asking the reason why -come on little girl, be brave, don’t cry. You have left me so many times before but I always tend to ask for more, I never stop and never believe come on little girl, be brave, just leave.