and, love.

the stars didn’t seemed to be shining with her that night, 

as the emptiness of the room grew hollowly.

she stares at the broken glass,

a reflection of her tears shimmers dimly. 

everything became so vivid.

every blood that’s passing.

every dust that’s been sitting.

every glimpse of memory, haunts.

she didn’t want to let go of the broken glass,

even when the angels held her tight that night.

her grip was tighter than before, 

and a river made with such pure emotions was formed. 

tho, what has came to an end?

is it, the end?

there’s still so much hopes, dreams and goals.

and, love.