After eons of foggy days, restless nights
The mirror broke at the end of their fight.
He walked over the pieces, stained the floor
When all scars healed, added a few more.
Went outside, the blood washed away by the rain
Realized, he too had to be broken
To be put together again
© Copyright 2010 streetajay (UN: ajaytawde at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
You may also like: