Love is like a lovely vase,
expensive and beautiful.
Love is like a lovely vase,
glass-like and fragile.
Love is like a lovely vase,
once it breaks, and your
left picking up the shattered
remains, it still finds a way
to cut you to the bone.
Love is like a lovely vase,
it can be bought again.
Love is like a broken vase,
it can be fixed.















Comments