Young kid with a broken heart my own mother dealt it. So women felt how I felt, playing out in the harsh world I came to know the loss of people. I took the route where rough is the trend. Mending my feelings it seems to no end. closing my ears silencing my heart. Love doesn't speak it just leaves . My love runs away in a haste because remnants of the past chase me. My memories hate me bleeding me dry streets tried frying my mind . It's a drought of emotions never will thou see me cry. Shakespearean moment we cannot forget the timeless poets. Handing over...