Chris Bleakney

Broken Glasses

She sees the world through broken glasses

Shattered by careless hands of the past

Her vision blurred by the reckless

No matter what she lays her eyes upon

She’s sees the same cracks in every new scene

Oh how maddening it must be

To search and search yet never see

Fear not my love, I see you perfectly

Close your eyes and take my hand

Let me toss these glasses to the past

For there’s no longer a need

To see the world through broken glass