Shes like the empty glass sitting in the corner.
No one sees her sitting there alone collecting dust.
She tries to smile but it only makes her sadder.
Like the empty glass in the corner no one can see her inner beauty, only the Dusty and broken outer one cased by her painful past.
Like the glass sitting in the corner she waits for some one to pick her, and whip away the years and years of dust and mend her broken heart.
And someday someone well look at her and she the beauty she hides inside.They will whip a way the pain and heal her broken heart.and once again she will be the empty glass but not in the corner but in the window with the sun shining through....
