Shards of broken glass on the window sill,
Another argument,
Another round of pain,
It brings them such torment,
Drives them both insane.

Broken glass on the kitchen floor,
Smashed to bits like her dreams,
Tears on her face,
Love ripped at the seams,
Her home now a cursed place.

Broken glass on the path outside,
People are standing and looking,
Sadness for her fills their eyes,
She smiles at them,
Removes the shards,
And waltzes back inside.

Broken glass
No more broken glass.

She lay there in a hospital bed,
Her skull almost smashed to pieces,
He lay a kiss upon her cheek,
Offer's himself to Jesus,
Know's he did wrong.

So broken glass on the window sill,
A deadly weapon designed to ****,
It did its job and did it well,
He got a prison sentence,
Giving him time to dwell,

Upon his life and his mistakes,
Haunted by her pretty face,
Smashed to pieces on the kitchen floor,
An awful crime to be responsible for,
All because of broken glass,
Broken glass on the kitchen floor.


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I may not have the perfect body,
Or a simple mind,
But someone thinks I'm beautiful,
Sensitive and kind.

They recognize the pain I hide,
I never have to share it,
For he already knows,
All the reasons that I have,
For feeling terribly low.

What, after all, is perfection?
A simple question of shape, style and complexion?
A vanity deep inside of everyone?
Seemingly the option would be to walk away,
No-one ever does, they will always stay,
In this endless circle of misery,
Cementing it, creating awful history.

I know otherwise just what perfection is,
It's the same in my eyes as in his,
Not what we wear or how we look,
We're changing the writing in the history book.

For perfection is quite simple,
Really, it's very achievable,
For you may not be skeletal,
He will still think you're beautiful,
You may be unstable,
And stuck with a label,
But he won't care as long as you're able.

To love without question,
Support his dreams,
In turn he will love you,
And sew up the seams,
Of your broken soul and tormented mind,
He'll help you release,
All of your kindness,
Your sensitive side,
He'll take away the blindness.

He'll allow you to see,
Exactly who you are,
That to him, you are perfection,
His beautiful shining star.

Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.