Broken Glass

Sitting there with all the loneness in the world
Staring aimlessly at the window’s frost
All snuggled in the seat as the scenery twirled.
Biting cold with every accost.
Flawless existence and feeling lost.

Seeking vanished love and purpose of this sensation
Can’t help but notice nature’s coincident
The frost’s beautiful creations
Only fate can bring such an incident
I can simply but thank god for the heaven sent.

Aurora faultless, soft, and crystalline
Painted glass so perfectly
Graceful like a figurine
My heart tinted so lovingly
Bringing the thought of him perfectly.

As I sat there staring totally confused
I saw the patterns sitting there in silence
Could my mind have been misused?
Am I the one who brought the violence?
Bus windows which look was broken glass could have helped me since.