My room is full of broken glass,
Reflections of a shattered past.
Dreams drift softly near the floor,
Trampled as they walked out the door.
I framed the moments I wished to recall
And hung them frozen on the wall.
If you listen, you'll hear before long
A very softlovelysadangry song.
A box in which I placed my heart
When the packaging was torn apart.
Made of glass, you can see not touch.
Trust is something I don't indulge in much.
A large bed set at center stage.
The object of my pain and rage.
They come to this room to worship here.
While my body performed, my soul floated near.
I've added locks so I may hide
All this mess I have inside.
Too anxious and lonely, I still open too soon.
I must find someone worthy to share in my room.