Brokenheart With Sharp Glasses Poem by Accidental Emo

Promises were made to break,
You left the sharp broken glasses for me to pick,
It is all the broken pieces of my heart,
that you stabbed it with knife and torn it apart.

Don't I already know that my heart is gettin close
to the blade who can make me hurt as hell?
But I still give out my perfect heart without a doubt,
when it returns, it is all broken, bleedin, splitin apart.

I've got to clear out the glasses that left in my heart,
It stings me to death each second. What ever I do it's helpless,
only if somethin can make my love less.
Then I'd be little bit off pain, little bit of hurt, little bit of love remains.