Broken Truths

The glass slipped from fingers, a shattering sound,

it splintered the silence, left pieces around.

Each shard tells a story of laughter and pain,

like promises whispered but lost in the rain.

We build with our words, but they tremble like glass,

fragile connections that shatter so fast.

The floor is a mirror reflecting our trust,

in the wreckage of moments, we learn what is just.