I Died Poem by Franz Of Lion

My glass heart had shattered,
All of the pieces were scattered.
My bleeding feet that's full of splinters,
It makes me cry like seeing her pictures.
The floor is filled with broken glass,
Full of fragments that won't let me pass.
It's time to pick up the broken pieces,
Though it's painful and seemed to be endless.
For now, the heart will be made of steel,
So that I won't be able to endear.
Now I know what I needed to do throughout,
It's to let time go by and let the love bleed out...