Broken.
Her eyes shone a different light.
Though it was bright it was diffracted,
Peering into her soul that was shattered.
Her heart has gone through hell,
Ravaged by her abused trust,
A Deer in front of the headlights,
Dazed and confused,
Whether to lie or to trust.
It matters not what she has chosen,
It matters if she has ever forgiven.
Her heart is like that beautiful shattered glass,
Fragile, beautiful, something that you want to caress.
but alas, you can't. She has lost faith. She has lost trust.
She'll move on eventually but you'll never be there to see,
Such is the beauty of the women with the heart of a shattered glass.
