The glass was cracked, And little by little everyday, It cracked even more, But never turned to pieces, For it knew, That thunderstorm would destroy it, And kept holding, In the wait of the breeze, To cherish it's flaws.
i was once a piece of beautiful paper, cut into a heart-shape, colored with red and neatly placed at the left side of my chest.
and then you came with your heart on fire, i am enchanted by your warmth that i let you embrace me. but i never thought that your fire, would burn me down.
i was once a piece of beautiful paper. but now, i am no more than a piece of small gray particles, ashes, forgotten ashes scattered by the wind