You slip out of my grasp like sand,
I try to pick you up, but the story of us is already gone with the wind.
Only few pieces of sparkling glass
are left to cut my already bleeding heart.
blood is dripping slowly,
so dark, so warm
the glass, it hurts...
but I love it,
because it reminds me of you,
and I need it,
I can have only that now.
A memory.
Nothing more.
