You shatter the windows
and hold your hands
under the falling pieces
of my cracked heart.
How does it feel to feel
the millions of fragments
from every unlike window
of the once glowed heart.
How does it feel to feel
the pieces glowing now
to look at the reflection
of past, present and love.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
You shatter the windows
and hold your hands
under the falling pieces
of my cracked heart.
How does it feel to feel
the millions of fragments
from every unlike window
of the once glowed heart.
How does it feel to feel
the pieces glowing now
to look at the reflection
of past, present and love.
