Glass Box...

My heart is solid, cold as ice.
Yet somehow fragile.
Entrusted with your care.
My mistake still haunting me.
The beauty of being shattered to pieces.

My love is a puddle of mud.
As your hand disturbs the surface.
I pulled you in as deep as I can.
Hoping you'd want to stay.
A beautiful stone is all I have.
In exchange for your love.
Hold it in your hand and sink down.
Into my abyss.

These tears run away.
Break free from the imprisonment that is my eyelids.
Embrace death, unable to regret the choices they make.
It became so clear.
You only told me everything I wanted to hear.
Hollow promises.
Without any weight.

Desperate to believe!
This fabrication became my reality...
How did I become this way?
If there's truth then shatter this glass box I put myself in....

Painful.

I am unable to embrace.
A truth I wish didn't exist.
your echoing voice hurts me more than I care to admit.
My minds eye paints a picture I like.

My love is a puddle of mud.
I wish was eternal but sadly
beneath the sun it will dry.
And fade away, forever.
When the rain should return.
Above my desolate, lifeless land.
What flowers will bloom?
If any at all...