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Like Shards of Glass

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


Fragile vases shatter and break,

lying on the floor,

many shards of glass –

reflecting rainbow colors in the sunlight.

Fragile hearts don’t shatter,

but they break,

each wave of pain –

sharper than shards of broken glass.

For hearts that break,

often cannot be mended,

they live on,

behind walls –

that even the kindest words can no longer penetrate.

For many centuries,

lovers have exchanged precious hearts,

always hoping the love,

will last for an eternity.

For centuries love has broken hearts,

lovers fading into the dark shadows,

never to emerge in the sun again.

Fragile hearts that still beat,

to every love song –

that brings a tear and a memory.

The hearts that mend,

in the light of a new love,

are more fragile than ever before

and paper-thin.

These hearts only beat for words of love,

once denied another time,

they simply die.

It has been said,

that love never dies,

but it does fade away,

in the shadows,

when the cold breath of death,

takes it away.

Living for just the day,

when once again two hearts,

can come together –

on the other side.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

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