Dew drops and Wounds

Distant faces
Estranged emotions
Memories sailing into oblivion...     
Am shattered to pieces
But never healing wounds
Still want me to live for someone...    
This is how I've always felt,
An urge to live up to
My loved ones who have dwelt
Like dew drops on these blades...
However I stay
Radiant, Or in ashes..
Your love will keep glittering my way
And whenever these moist brushes     
Droop down on my tired eyelids
Your smile just peeps inside.    

[This is the earliest I can remember to have written, this was for my lovely sister.]