The Glass

The glass is half empty,
the glass is half full.
my heart is half broken,
my heart is half whole.

You are like the beautiful rose in my heart
whose thorns are tearing it apart.
Your pretty red petals,
they hide the sharp sting of your stem.

Your smile said you had good intentions
but all you left were these reprehensions
Your angelic eyes, are sinfully used to disguise,
The devilish horns you wear.

I will miss the way it felt when you held my hand,
But not the way you controlled me.
Your soft words were the camouflage,
hiding the way you treated me like a puppet

The glass is half empty,
the glass is half full.
my heart is half broken,
my heart is half whole.