Shards of Glass

Shards of Glass

Shards of glass,
Our paths, never they should’ve crossed.
Endless remorse,
Of the days that passed.
Shards of glass,
And a few memories lost.
Acceptance of the truth,
Or the lie that was.
Shards of glass,
Prick at their own will.
I dust them fast,
Tiny pieces stick still.
Piercing through the heart,
Now it pains no longer.
Shards of glass shine,
With the reflection of
The good ol' times.
Shards of glass,
Our paths, never they should’ve crossed...