081- House of Glass

The walls were thin, from the start.
Those walls of glass, that shook so much.
The house that was made, with a fragile heart.
The house that threatened, to fall with one touch.
Oh she lay by the window, which once shone bright.
The same tiny window, which witnessed so many fights.
She shed rivers of tears, she fought the endless fears.
The end was getting near, It was oh so clear.
He was indeed the one, the only manic she knew.
Brighter than the sun, she glowed on the outer view.
Darker than any darkness, at times he caused grief as such.
A feeling of utter happiness, it only took his slightest touch.
She gave and gave, until was left with nothing.
More proof could she have, that he stood for her everything.
He was good though, he always knew to receive.
What he was never sure, was what he was supposed to believe.
So the walls were thin, from the start.
Those walls of glass, that shook so much.
It took one walk out the door,
 crumbled the walls of the House of Glass.
She lay on the floor, the breaths came low,
A smile was what she gave, as soon she’ll pass.