Glass was full
Waves were empty
Thoughts were few
Memories were plenty

Glass was broken
Waves were unscathed
Mind was healed
But heart was scratched

Glass made the sound
Waves run silent
Nights were all peaceful
It were the dreams that were violent

Glass wore the colours
Waves ran plain
Feelings were all innocent
The emotions were in pain

Because the glass was full
And waves were empty
The mind is serene
But the heart makes it angry

Yes, the heart is very angry...

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"Sometimes, you know that the reason is too small to be angry upon. And yet, your heart drags you to take it out on the others."