The rain spattered on the broken glass,
My heart leaped out of my caved-in chest,
I called out to my love—and saw him pass.
I was left alone, skin soaking in the grass,
Only the staggered beating of my heart as—
The rain spattered on the broken glass.
The next day I wandered late to class
Anxious eyes and beaten heart searching,
I called out to my love—and saw him pass.
I fell to the ground—there was a mass
Of people who had stopped to stare—still,
The rain spattered on the broken glass.
Even today I think myself a foolish lass,
To dream that he’ll return to me.
I called out to my love—and saw him pass.
He gave me a key fashioned from brass,
To lock my heart away for good,
The rain spattered on the broken glass,
I called out to my love—and saw him pass
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
The rain spattered on the broken glass,
My heart leaped out of my caved-in chest,
I called out to my love—and saw him pass.
I was left alone, skin soaking in the grass,
Only the staggered beating of my heart as—
The rain spattered on the broken glass.
The next day I wandered late to class
Anxious eyes and beaten heart searching,
I called out to my love—and saw him pass.
I fell to the ground—there was a mass
Of people who had stopped to stare—still,
The rain spattered on the broken glass.
Even today I think myself a foolish lass,
To dream that he’ll return to me.
I called out to my love—and saw him pass.
He gave me a key fashioned from brass,
To lock my heart away for good,
The rain spattered on the broken glass,
I called out to my love—and saw him pass
