I swore I knew,
What a broken heart was,
But as I spoke those words to her,
I realized,
I knew nothing of the sort.

The pain I knew before,
Was nothing more than a mere scratch.
Now, the million tiny pieces,
Of my shattering heart,
Are scattering 'cross the floor.

Now,
I'm nothing more than disappointment,
To the woman that I love.
A daughter who turned out nothing,
Like her mother thought she would.

I don't know how to fix,
The damage I have done.
I won't say sorry for the decision I have made,
But I swear,
One day,
I will make her proud.

M.S. 11-21-06