Age Rating: 16 +
I donít know if you could understand
the pain and shame and pouring rain
from my bleeding, broken, bruisťd heart
ever pining, ever sighing, ever crying
for that which made it shatter
like a precious crystal goblet
knocked off the table in Asgard
once in love, now in despair
to lie broken, smashed, forgotten
in a thousand tiny pieces
brighter than a thousand winter snows
but sharper than hunger pangs
more painful than razor blades.
I donít know if you could understand.
I understand that you couldnít know
where Iíve been, what I am, where Iím going
sifting through the shards so brilliant
broken dreams and promises
they cut my hands
but I throw them up one last time
to sparkle like gemstones in the sunlight
and I watch them fall
dull bits of rock and mortar
no worth but sentimental value
their inner light is quenched.
I understand that you couldnít know.