Broken Glasses
Her innocence is a broken glass
Impossible to repair
At dusk she wakes up to sounds like thunder and lighting
A sound she was forbidden
By dawn she wakes up to only a father
A father, liked is already a broken glass
His trust and faith shattered and so did hers
Being left with only her own reflection to remind her of who had left
Only her resemblance, shiny black hair, peachy plump lips, brown almond eyes
She couldn’t dare to look into the mirror
Feeling pain so often she got used to it
When the sun sets a stream of waterfall comes through her eyes
When the sun rise her lips compete with the sun
Forcing her smile to be as bright as it could be
Because she knows what darkness feels like
She’d never want anyone to feel what she has felt
because she knows that once you step into darkness it’s hard to find a way out
Therefore she tries to shine as many light in people’s lives as she could
Her broken life was never an excuse for her to be cruel
Spreading light and affection is her choice
Although she is a broke glass she doesn’t want anyone else to shatter like her.
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