My heart of glass fills the room with light
Bouncing across the walls.
Sunbeams shine through the window frame,
Its warmth spills across the halls.

A love so fresh and new
I bind my heart to his with silk.
Our dreams begin to form
As the threads begin to knot and intertwine.

Dreams spreading like vines across my heart
With roots embedding as connections grow
The future glows brighter, still filling the room
With a golden warmth

Beneath the vines, the roots begin to decay
Unseen at first—too deep for the eye
The sunlight keeps dancing on my heart of glass

The sunlight falters as the silk pulls at my heart
The binds once knotted tightly begin to fray
I cling to his heart and try to mend the strands
Ignoring the love that doesn’t stay

The decay deepens and the vines fall away
Frayed strands of silk left between our hearts
Clouds darken and sunlight is swept away,
Leaving only a whisper of a memory in the halls

The warmth is gone; shadows creep along the walls.
The silk once bound so tightly tears, ripping apart our hearts.
The connection once close is gone.

My heart of glass, once filled with light,
Lies in pieces across the floor.
I kneel to gather what remains—
The shattered parts I once called love.

I hold the pieces in trembling hands,
Too broken to rebuild, too sharp to let go.
And in the silence where love used to live