| Shattered Dreams Through the reflection of the glass She wanders through her own world Seemingly perfect figures Shine in her eyes of what she hoped to be Without life's careless throws and jabs her way She feels right in her world And without her music and glass figurines Her world ceases to be She dreams of him The perfect man Within her heart she feels alive And only his shining face can be seen But the real world crashes through whenever she leaves the safety of her realm Like the tinkling of glass shattering, her imaginary, seemingly perfect utopia Is cracked and tainted...forever tarnished |
| A.N: This was written about the main character in The Glass Menagarie it may not make sense if you don't know the plot of that story. |