THE GLASS OF WINE FELL

I thought it was an endless smile But it's a thousand cracked tiles Heartbreak over and over and over This thing can't make me feel better I might stay unloved forever Heart is becoming newspaper I'm tired of this so-called cycle Can someone tell On whom my soul should I sell? So that the glass of wine won't ever fell Or maybe I should just give up In this thing called "love" © Domar Esmabe