Broken Glass
His face is stern,
A weathered one,
And within lies a secret,
His smile hides.
And those who try,
Never could reveal it.
The lips he curls to their taste,
The eyes that shine like sun light.
His eyes are gentle,
But don't discern,
The fire inside them; the darkness, the fight.
He hides behind the unbreakable grin,
And drives away the things within,
That give him nightmares all night long,
That pick apart his soul to pieces,
That take away his everything,
Those cold and dark recesses.
The boy, this boy, the lonely one.
Whose eyes burn brighter than the sun.
Hides his secrets inside and away.
Saves his troubles for later days.
Her face is soft,
And eyes so wide.
Haunted by things,
That keep them open at night.
She tries to ignore,
She tries to forget,
But things people say,
Get stuck in her head.
Her eyes are watchful,
Behind her glass shield,
Her heart's locked away,
To a place it won't feel.
Her, the girl,
With watchful eye,
With haunting memories of things past,
Did watch her heart,
To save herself.
This girl, this lady of glass.
That thing- that heart-
She tries to hide,
From other that will hurt it too.
Until he came- he rescued her.
Her heart did soar as he did woo.
And her heart, the one he took from her,
He ripped it into two with his fist.
Took a half to keep for his own,
And in exchange he gave her his.
His smile- It was real-
As hers came back to living.
His secrets, they did bubble up,
All things passed, not all forgiven.
Two lovers- ripped.
The fatal blow,
The past exposed.
Two hearts torn to halves again.
By him, her torture,
By him, his ex best friend.
He pushed aside his loyalty,
His selfishness, his pride.
His heart, her heart of fragile glass,
He pushed them all aside.
He tried to save her from the life,
Of pain that others caused.
But when he pushed the girl away,
It hurt her most of all.
And now he sits,
The lonely boy,
In a place all by himself,
And her, the girl,
Her, made of glass,
Was knocked from her pedestal and fell.
His tears fall freely,
She bitterly weeps.
A pool of drunken sorrow.
Each alone, they need each other,
Both together, without the other.
Each are dreading to wake tomorrow.
Devoured by things they left in the past,
Two teardrops lie; alone, together,
In a pile of broken glass.
Author's Notes
For Picken! (AKA Sleepwalking Chicken and HAP.) It's supposed to be a poem for her story Broken Glass. Gods, its an amazing story. Anyone who hasn't read it should go right now and do so. Its on my favorites list. Believe me, you'll be hooked! Im a BG addict. :sob:
To Picken- Hi! Hope you like it! I did it after the really sad chapter fifteen, so that may be why its so depressing ish. I kind of like it actually, but something about it makes me disappointed with it. I feel disappointed with all my poems except probably Saran Wrap Girl. Only cause I love that poem to bits. Freaking brilliant it is. Anyways, your supposed to be updating today! Now go and do it before I die of an aneurysm!
Inu Kun-
Review! Please?