Fragile Fates

A broken heart, so jagged and torn,

A shape that, once broken, can never be reformed.

The pieces, once joined, can never be the same,

Though still connected, they'll remain estranged.

A shattered vase, so fragile and thin,

A shape that, once broken, can never be the same again.

The shards, once whole, can never be mended,

Though still intact, they can't be depended.

Both of these objects, so similar in fate,

Both broken and changed, both too late.

Our hearts and our vases, so fragile and strong,

Will never be the same, for their paths have gone wrong.

We have all felt this deep, aching pain,

That comes from a heart that's been broken in two.

It's a feeling that can never be reversed,

As its effects can last well beyond our verse.

A broken vase, it's pieces strewn,

Can bring about the same sense of gloom.

Though it may be put back together again,

It will never look the same, that much is plain.

Both of these objects, so similar in fate,

Both broken and changed, both too late.

Our hearts and our vases, so fragile and strong,

Will never be the same, for their paths have gone wrong.

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