Broken Roses

I held your hand like it was porcelain. Fragile cracks where love had been. Your smile, A ghost Fading thin. Glass hearts, they shatter, they Shine. Every piece still says you're mine. Hold it close, it cuts the line. Your words fell soft, but sharp as Rain. Each syllable etched with quiet Pain. I tried to catch them, tried in Vain. And every glance, a silent plea. Don't break what's left of you and me. Glass hearts, They shatter, they shine. Every piece still says you're mine. Hold it close, it cuts the line. Your words fell soft, but sharp as Rain. Each syllable etched with quiet Pain. Hold it close, it cuts the We danced on shards of what we know. Bleeding love but seeing through. Every wound, a love tattoo. You're mine.