Broken glass on the floor.
What once was something beautiful
Now shattered into tiny pieces.
Broken hearts everywhere
What once was a person,
Now shattered into tiny fragments.
What becomes of these pieces,
Can they ever be beautful again.
Some questions have no answers,
Some events have no reasons.
Whatever happens, happens.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
Broken glass on the floor.
What once was something beautiful
Now shattered into tiny pieces.
Broken hearts everywhere
What once was a person,
Now shattered into tiny fragments.
What becomes of these pieces,
Can they ever be beautful again.
Some questions have no answers,
Some events have no reasons.
Whatever happens, happens.