Her heart was a fragile piece of glass.
Waiting, wanting, love to find it.
He was the calm in her storm, the anchor she needed.
They loved, they laughed.
Then kisses turned into tears and laughter into screams.
Her heart was a fragile piece of glass.
Back and forth like sailboat in a storm, she was slowly being torn apart.
He collected his jar of hearts and her's was nothing more.
Her heart was a fragile piece of glass shattered with no regard.
