When you see broken mirrors,
I hope you think of me.
I hope you remember how I broke one for you.
When you meet broken hearts,
I hope you pity me.
I hope you remember how I broke mine for you,
I hope you remember how it healed back for you.
When you end up with shattered dreams,
I hope you curse me.
I hope you remember how I was the only one who believed in you,
I hope you remember how I left mine for you.
But when you see broken mirrors,
I hope you pick up every little piece and
Hand them back to my bloodied heart.
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PoetryA short collection of lyrics and poetry from my teenage years, so bear with me.
