Pieces of broken glass,
sharp to the point,
Just like my heart.

I crushed the old rose,
Let the red weed fade.
Where is my soul?

Laid it down on the dirt.
The pool of tears I made,
Drains into the soil.

Pieces of broken glass,
sharp to the point,
Just like my heart.

Pieces of broken glass,
sharp to the point,
Just like my heart.

I felt it there,
and it grew,
Look what I've made.

((I made a new heart.))


A/N: Tell me what you think.
I want to say thank you:

ForeverBehindTheImpression
kage-youkai-girl
Hollis Winter-Summers
strobeXlightXstatic

For being the most recent constant reviewers!