Reflections of A Tragedy

How could you take the time to listen to the sound of my heart stopping (We made the same mistakes). A single moment standing still; A photograph that's filled with the memories of everything that died beneath your eyes. So still these words in your throat. They never meant as much to you as they did to me. We've placed pennies in your eyes. We shoot stares across rooms filled with wandering eyes as she gathers them all without having to try. And she's dressed in her best with her pride placed on her neck. Well, she played this like a cheap violin, orchestrated to pefection like so many times before. Is this what you call love? Well, I'm sure that you'd love me even more if my heart were made of glass.

My only angel has torn the wings from her back.

Well, I never thought that this would die, but "that's so typical", she replied. She replied... and everytime I look into your eyes, all I see is the reflection of a tragedy.