She held a broken glass
Shattered like her feelings in a trass
Holding her defeated heart at pace
Knowing she can never fill that space
She lost something she cared for too much
Though it was never enough or much
Blinded by the trance of love
She gave her all for the grove
Never realised she lost herself at brisk
For a piece of her she was too scared to risk
She waited for the rain to fall over
But it was drought all over
Heaved out as a cause of which
Stricken by the war of mitch
Walking on the pieces of more
Wounds that caused no pain anymore
Numb by her abandoned desires
Thrown away hopes in burning fires
Idle like a cold gushing breeze
Her mournful cries heard by no tease
Defeated by her inner wars of creed
Searching for the hand in need
No one stood there to tell her
That a broken glass wont set free her
Thus, she dragged it against her wrist
To feel the torture for a last frist
So she went beyond the hold
We lost an angle made of gold
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