You are the tornado in my field of roses, even when i believed I was seeing clear, you found a way to be my dark clouds on a sunny day.
I once believed you were the light at the end of the tunnel. In my eyes you were a shimmering star in my sky of darkness.
I saw the best even when you put the worst in front of my face. ive felt pain time after tine and I truly thought instead of the glass slipper.
I'd get the protection of my glass heart. but you let it slip out your hands and shatter to the ground.