Like mishandled window dropped it broke,
Like pieces of glass it went in all directions,
Million of little pieces spread on the floor,
You walked over it cracking every piece,
Tracking it everywhere marking it,
The smudges, it originally only had minor flaws,
Now it's in pieces, like a puzzle,
A mess pieces are missing,
It's no longer whole can't be fixed
Every piece picked up notice more missing,
It will never be complete
I try to arrange the pieces
But the smallest pieces are gone
Like a broken window it won't be fixed.
It's my heart it's broken and you took pieces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ooo stabbed! ' Like a broken window it won't be fixed. It's my heart it's broken and you took pieces. ' Glad it's not me your writing about. However I am a gentleman and would never break a lady's heart. Twas a pleasure to read Coreena. Really enjoyed the sting at the end though. Regards. Craig.