Her heart was made up,
Of thousand tiny flowers.
With every beat and skip
It thrived and grew,
And radiated love and warmth
And life anew.
But one day it was broken,
By someone cruel.
He didn't think twice
He didn't look back,
You could hear her heart
Audibly crack.
Its cold and dark now,
And lifeless there.
She trusts no more
And loves no one,
Her heart is glass
The nemesis has won.
~ l.k
