Like a shattered mirror On the bathroom floor My fractured life Refracts splinters of light. Through my sorrow, Through this blight, Maybe broken words Just need a little glue. • • • She was always in the shadows, her mind a fractured kaleidoscope. He was bursting with thoughts, a colorful maze of ideas. Opposites attract, do they not? A love story through the written word, from the view point of two different souls. Enjoy <3All Rights Reserved