Sharing our experiences of love

[colinrobertson]

Crystal was shattered and became white. I picked up the pieces to my past slowly bleeding on the floor only drips from my finger tips, nothing more was there.. But old lingering laughter and faces of those whose may as well been crystal as if looking at a ghost. Last to go were the most blood soaked pieces and the fiery feeling left as I wrapped my fingers. Why bother to put it back? Its dead and covered in blood.