The Broken Mirror

On the broken mirror

Lies the truth behold

The truth unedited

With roses on the bed

Her sight set in eyes

His eyes had smiles

Oh wait , what? Really?

Weren't the eyes teary?

Nope, you just forgot

It's not about the thought

The eyes had the smile

She was with him for a while

That's the trick of old

She got away from the hold

And then like the sand

She slipped through the hand

The roses were bought beforehand

They didn't Knew the end

That was the truth unedited

And the mirror near the bed

Broken yet the truth it held