Glass
In the darkness of the room
I hear your still, cold breaths
I hold a candle light infront of my broken body
I uncover the mask you hide behind
Discovering something wild
You are standing there
Your eyes are still and cold
Watching me gasp in the trickling, icey air
I freeze with awe
Nothing I've ever seen before
You were extraordinary
Like a peice of Bach's undiscovered peices
I begin to feel my knees shatter
I'm close to crashing to the ground
But you catch me
Before I fall into a million peices of glass
I feel apart
But you glued me back together
I was cured by your gentleness
You were nothing I've ever seen before
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