Bottled Tears

These dreams that I've shattered, before never mattered, Tip-toe through those prices of glass. Dodging the pain, straining in vain, to avoid any blood from the past...

 Broken promises made, the love I forbade, are mistakes impossible to forget. 

Now my life floats free, in an emotional sea of memories distressing regret.

Burdens with time, unlike any fine wine, which sweetens in those silent years. through each life's stage, grows bitter with age in a Dusty cellar of bottled tears.