Gazing upon a beautiful picture with smiles painted upon the faces of people who're bound to be together
With my fingers, I caressed and picked up the picture
Slowly sinking it into my memory
Making me remember each genuine smile
Till my hands went numb and the frame went out of my grasp
Shards of broken glass scattered on the floor
A broken image of a strong bond is now weeping in front of my face
With my hands, I picked up each broken glass and they ended up cutting through my skin
It hurts to pick up the broken pieces of such a master piece made by emotions and relationships

That tragic story still hasn't healed and it didn't only leave cut marks upon my hands but also on my heart
Whenever my memory replays that uneventful moment
It strikes a heart string and makes my heart weep