home sweet home, where are you

a shattered vase 

lying on the frozen ground 

mosaic pieces of art

that you had drawn 

have now broken down 

tired of being pushed around 

you abandoned the heart

that made you its own 

a beautifully decorated home 

with pictures of you 

hanging on the walls 

your scars transformed

into trophies of bronze 

that stood on shelves 

a reminder

that mistakes are human nature 

but some tragedies and errors 

are unforgivable 

that's why even all the king's horses

and all the king's men 

couldn't piece this masterpiece

together again