Falling down, and hit the floor. Throughout the floor broken pieces of that beautiful vase with velvet red roses, now...scattered throughout the floor, and the water spreading.
Our love is like the broken pieces, wonderful memories, with no way to put them back together.
The scars that spread throughout my body is like the water that is spilled throughout the floor.
Our love is like the broken pieces, everlasting memories, with no way to bring them back.
I had never expected this before, I had bever thought what emotion came after love. I only knew about the happiness it brought.
This love is broken pieces with no way of fixing, and no way for it to be that beatiful vase it was once before.