Broken Glass
K.N. Lee
Little pieces of broken glass
And unsung songs
I clutch the glass
Blood drips
With the sting of untold wrongs
He loves me
He hates me too
But I love him more
Than I love you
A heart ripped
Lips part
Lies snipped
The secrets bleed
The guilt feeds
A desperate attempt
To forget my greed
I love him
I love you too
How can I choose?
When it is certain
That I will lose...
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