Colours revolve, breaking and merging

Like pretty, tinkling shards of her

Broken heart

Turning hypnotically in the

Palm of your hand

As you gaze, fascinated

At the sparkly crystal pieces

Patterns t-w-i-s-t

Over and over again


Ever wondered how


They turn,

Just for you

And your self-absorbed ways?


Just for you…


A/N: What do you make of it? Hopefully it wasn't too bad… No idea why, but this somehow came to me really late at night before an exam day… No matter if you don't understand it, I know it's pretty abstract.

Anyway, my exams are over. I'm back! Yay:)