Shattered Citrine
Broken because of our shattered love
Shattered Citrine
A citrine rose stood bright with pride
its glow was ours it did not hide
a rare jewel cut from flame and stone
I held it close it felt my own
The light it cast was sharp and clear
a promise strong a vow sincere
your hands once kept it safe with mine
the glass was warm it seemed divine
Yet silence fell the air grew cold
the truth came out the story told
your eyes turned hard your touch was gone
the fragile rose could not go on
It trembled first then cracked apart
a sound that split my breaking heart
the shards flew wide the colours bled
our love lay shattered cold and dead
A million pieces cut the ground
no gentle bloom was left to crown
the citrine glow became my pain
a treasure lost that left a stain
The floor still glitters where it fell
a ghost of fire a crystal shell
I walk away with empty hands
love broken where no life now stands
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