Glass-Rose-Prince

"Shattered Romantic" Glass Fingers Tell her darling, that this metrosexual romance has burned its last cigarette The Dust was never cleansed against the soul of empty smoke Smiles tell all wisdom of whispers disregarding the fellow's ear that tainted the words' tongue The tropes of their love was to a single raindrop disguised as a tear, repeating taste Spinning Down the staircase, while facing the mirrors, containing memories Picture Frames, haunting till the tiptoes falter through a door forgotten