Shattered by Love
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xxwinterblue
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//Her beautiful heart, fragile as glass//

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Shattered by Love

by xxwinterblue

Her beautiful heart,

Her beautiful heart, Fragile as glass

Her beautiful heart, Fragile as glass White and innocent,

Her beautiful heart, Fragile as glass White and innocent, Made to last.

Until he came along,

Until he came along, Painted a picture,

Until he came along, Painted a picture, Lit up the whole sky

Until he came along, Painted a picture, Lit up the whole sky Every time he kissed her.

She was the blank canvas,

She was the blank canvas, And he was the artist;

She was the blank canvas, And he was the artist; All he wanted was to please her,

She was the blank canvas, And he was the artist; All he wanted was to please her, So he tried his hardest.

He held her glass heart

He held her glass heart In his rough, callused hand;

He held her glass heart In his rough, callused hand; At first he painted a small part,

He held her glass heart In his rough, callused hand; At first he painted a small part, But then that small piece began to expand.

The picture grew and grew, till

The picture grew and grew, till It covered the whole surface;

The picture grew and grew, till It covered the whole surface; When she saw what he'd done,

The picture grew and grew, till It covered the whole surface; When she saw what he'd done, That's when she started to get nervous.

He'd taken up her whole life,

He'd taken up her whole life, All her days and her nights;

He'd taken up her whole life, All her days and her nights; When she began to pull away,

He'd taken up her whole life, All her days and her nights; When she began to pull away, So began the late-night fights.

Then he began to pout,

Then he began to pout, Sstarted to layer on paint;

Then he began to pout, Started to layer on paint; And her little glass heart

Then he began to pout, Started to layer on paint; And her little glass heart Couldn't hold all that weight.

He became more distant,

He became more distant, Left her pleading for more;

He became more distant, Left her pleading for more; The endless cycle of

He became more distant, Left her pleading for more; The endless cycle of What happened before.

The layers of paint started to crack,

The layers of paint started to crack, Leaving her desperate and in disarray,

The layers of paint started to crack, Leaving her desperate and in disarray, She wanted more of his paintbrush,

The layers of paint started to crack, Leaving her desperate and in disarray, She wanted more of his paintbrush, Something to make her feel safe.

She hated herself for the

She hated herself for the Love that she gave him;

She hated herself for the Love that she gave him; She knew he wasn't worth it,

She hated herself for the Love that she gave him; She knew he wasn't worth it, But she couldn't give in.

He made her feel loved,

He made her feel loved, But also made her feel pain;

He made her feel loved, But also made her feel pain; It was this same old cycle,

He made her feel loved, But also made her feel pain; It was this same old cycle, Still the same old game.

They got close for a while,

They got close for a while, But by then he'd lost her respect;

They got close for a while, But by then he'd lost her respect; That's when he started to touch,

They got close for a while, But by then he'd lost her respect; That's when he started to touch, Yet she didn't object.

She gave him her heart once again,

She gave him her heart once again, Gave him a second chance,

She gave him her heart once again, Gave him a second chance, Placed her beautiful glass heart

She gave him her heart once again, Gave him a second chance, Placed her beautiful glass heart Back into his hands.

He added bright flowers to the picture,

He added bright flowers to the picture, Replacing the shriveled ones from neglect;

He added bright flowers to the picture, Replacing the shriveled ones from neglect; He repaired all the buildings,

He added bright flowers to the picture, Replacing the shriveled ones from neglect; He repaired all the buildings, Made everything look perfect.

She should have learned from the first time,

She should have learned from the first time, That not all people can change,

She should have learned from the first time, That not all people can change, For when he was trying to paint over the old picture,

She should have learned from the first time, That not all people can change, For when he was trying to paint over the old picture, He made a grave mistake.

He was painting another flower

He was painting another flower When his paintbrush slipped;

He was painting another flower When his paintbrush slipped; And in his scramble to fix it,

He was painting another flower When his paintbrush slipped; And in his scramble to fix it, He lost his grip.

Her painted glass heart

Her painted glass heart Fell to the ground,

Her painted glass heart Fell to the ground, Bounced once, then twice, and

Her painted glass heart Fell to the ground, Bounced once, then twice, and Shattered with a sickening sound.

Her beautiful soul,

Her beautiful soul, Lying on the floor,

Her beautiful soul, Lying on the floor, Cracked in two;

Her beautiful soul, Lying on the floor, Cracked in two; Their love is no more.

The paint is now smeared, dried and cracked;

The paint is now smeared, dried and cracked; Her heart glued together, still chipped a little;

The paint is now smeared, dried and cracked; Her heart glued together, still chipped a little; Her soul sewn close to her, nice and tight;

The paint is now smeared, dried and cracked; Her heart glued together, still chipped a little; Her soul sewn close to her, nice and tight; Her tears slowed down, now only a trickle.

If this girl has learned anything

If this girl has learned anything From all their time together,

If this girl has learned anything From all their time together, It's that some things, no matter how perfect they seem,

If this girl has learned anything From all their time together, It's that some things, no matter how perfect they seem, Are not meant to last forever.

There will always be the missing chip

There will always be the missing chip In her pretty glass heart;

There will always be the missing chip In her pretty glass heart; Maybe one day she'll find

There will always be the missing chip In her pretty glass heart; Maybe one day she'll find Her other part.

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