A Broken Glass.

My heart was a piece of a glass
And People often pour wine and sip it off.
The Glass of wine was so soft that if someone clenched it tight it broke down to the core.

I use to be a gorgeous girl gaping at the grassland which looked green as glass.
In the Garden of memory, In the palace of fantasy that is where I thought I will meet.

I locked myself away in the greatest tower wishing for a knight in shining armour.
And that's when the glass was shattered and I acknowledged that rather than sweeping it away in the fear of getting hurt, I should take a basket with me and step outside filling it up with all the broken pieces and placing it on my shelf.

Now, this broken glass is dangerous with sharp edges and beautiful complex and that's when my best life starts ups.
 Later I understood I can be my knight.