You said the glass is broken
our pieces unfit to each other
looking at your tear-glazed eyes
pulled out my heart strings
trying to reach out with my palms
while looking at you
with my eyes hinting at
onset of storm
But you jerked your hand away
and walked away angrily

now as the sun is shining brightly
I stuck my palm onto the broken glass
that's reflecting tiny little diamonds
upon that mirror



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