January 02 2010
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.