my hearts made of glass
that tries to mend
and fixes broken seams with streaks of gold
but shards are missing
im no longer whole
i suppose each heartbreaker needs a souviner
but why is it a piece of me?
i sit alone
i smile at strangers
that pass me by and dont see the inside
where i hide my seams of gold
im sure that the heartbreakers dont know
theyve left me broken and alone
but sometimes i wish that i was one of them
instead of a girl of gold.