Broken

Glass made of sugar,
may easily break.
When it rains,
there's not much it can take.

It's okay right,
you told me so.
But I wonder,
How could you know.

Cracks appear,
and I watch it all.
I watch how,
things can easily fall.

Broken pieces,
laying on the floor.
And I feel worse,
then I did before.

Tears fall,
maybe from the sky.
How could you,
tell yourself to lie.

Is this the end,
or just the start?
No blood pumping,
to my heart.

Now the glass' melted,
and pieces broke.
And all those years,
go up in flames and smoke.