Tears on Broken Glass

In the shattered remains of a love once true,
Lies the reflection of a heart, broken in two.
The tears that fall, like rain on broken glass,
A testament to the pain, that will not pass.

The shards of memory, sharp and keen,
Cut deep into the soul, unseen.
The love that once shone, bright and clear,
Now fragmented and lost, in a sea of fear.

Each piece of glass, a story untold,
Of a love that was pure, now turned cold.
The promises made, the dreams we shared,
Now scattered like ashes, in the air.

The broken glass, a mirror of the heart,
Reflecting the pain, that tears apart.
The love that was cherished, now cast aside,
Leaving wounds that bleed, with nowhere to hide.

In the silence of the night, the tears still fall,
On the broken glass, a haunting call.
The memories that linger, like ghosts in the mind,
Of a love that was lost, and a future left behind.

The shattered pieces, they cut and they burn,
A reminder of the love, that will never return.
The tears that flow, like rivers of pain,
Washing away the hope, that once remained.

In the depths of despair, the broken glass gleams,
A symbol of the love, that now only seems.
The tears that fall, like raindrops on the shards,
A tribute to the love, that left us scarred.

So I gather the pieces, the broken glass,
A mosaic of memories, that will not pass.
The tears that fall, they tell a tale,
Of a love that was lost, in a world so frail.

And though the glass may shatter, and the tears may flow,
In my heart, the love will always grow.
For even in the darkness, and the pain that ensues,
The love that we shared, will forever infuse.

So I hold on to the broken glass, with all my might,
A reminder of a love, that once shone bright.
And though the tears may fall, and the heart may break,
The love that we had, nothing can take.