A Broken Heart

And it looks so pretty, in a million pieces you wouldn’t take.

The morning light shines through the window,

pools around the crystals like a yellow lake.

The rainbows that they throw, a million colors in a dawn,

the idea that there was once something pretty here,

that I wasn’t just some pawn.

And I don’t mean to be melodramatic, or sad, or anything at all,

I simply was hoping you wouldn’t let it shatter.

I was simply hoping you wouldn’t let it fall.