Memories line the fragments of the vase that once stood tall.
Who knew it was possible for such beauty to fall.
The intricate detailing, now only a reminder,
of what once was kept a secret desire.
Shattered and bruised, the flowers wilted.
If only an eye had spotted it was tilted.
Painted with love, an eye-catching piece it had been,
now the deceit and lies were on show to be seen.
For who...