Broken Vase

There is a vase in the right corner

Happy as it is and cheerful.

Standing still and avoiding the border,

For the vase know that love is playful.

Never cared, never bothered

Of anything and anyone who'll come.

Burned the closeness and memories gathered

From someone's loving arm.

But there comes this sweet little flower

Whom the vase gave its love and trust.

Glowing more beautiful during the shower,

The vase fell, though it knows it's unjust.

The flower didn't wither, for its love was fake

The vase got broken and fell into pieces.

Drown itself in its tears of lake

And wishing to die from those poisonous kisses.

This vase was happy and cheerful

Until a flower gave its heart a cleft.

And now it's broken and sorrowful

It was in the right but now it's left.