I'm breaking the mirror,
There's nothing to see.
I won't have to look at….
That image of me.
I'm in a thousand pieces,
Who'll mend the crack?
There's nobody here,
To put the pieces back.
My dreams are shattered
And my heart is too.
Although we are over,
I still think of you.
I'm leaving this mess,
One day it will mend.
We might not be lovers,
But at least we are friends.
There is no reflection,
There is nothing to see.
Just a blurred broken image,
Of something that looks like me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem