Glass Poem by Kristi Shingleton

Pain and love,
together hand in hand.
One without the other,
wouldn't stand a chance.

Hold my head up high,
and proudly face each day.
Break down at night,
and proudly look away.

Love shouldn't be painful,
it shouldn't make you cry.
Weeping in my hands,
tears fall from beautiful green eyes.

Promises you make,
you've never kept before.
Maybe this time you'll make true,
the promises I want more.

Happiness,
I'm wondering if it's too late.
My hearts been broken
over and over again...
It lost it's shape.

Like a glass shattering on the floor,
it can never be perfect again.
Once things are broken
you can never perfectly mend.

I'm silently begging,
for you to treat this glass differently,
and my heart,
that you have repeatedly broken....
you can replace.