Hearts and promises are among the most fragile of entities
It is as if they are made of glass
If you are not careful, they will break
One small slip, and they shatter
Eventually after a long and tiresome process, they can be fixed
But they will not be the same
In broken glass, there are imperfections
On what once was perfect
In a broken promise, there is scorn
Where once was trust
In a broken heart, there is hatred
In what once was full of love
All can be repaired, but none can be renewed