i ran into a room
the floor was made
of broken glass
reminding me
of my broken heart
rose colored shades were
pulled over the windows
it seemed everything was
made of glass in some way
all of my broken dreams and
destroyed wishes are like the broken
glass which cuts my hands and feet
i remembered the day you first told me
that you loved me
and then i remembered
how you betrayed me
sending me text messages
saying you hate me
and so my heart is now
like the broken glass
on the floor of my
destroyed dreams
and lost love