beautifully spun was this glass vase

all around, was nothing but space

and without a blow

the light vase swung to and fro

and though it fell down all too slow

it shattered to pieces

that in the light,

seemed glow

glistening like stars on a summer night

dear love, i warn you

dont pick up the pieces

along with the vase came down our chances.

try to mend it,

the jagged edges only cut you

deeper

and deeper

to think of what we’ve all been through

and though you know what i’d hate to do

on this note

i bid adieu.