Shikaxshake

If I could paint a thousand roses with my tears would the bees cry for me? If I could stab an egg with fierce words would the birds call for me? If I could tie our breaths together would you never leave me? The pain is harsh and cutting, do you feel the same? If you want I can play at your game. I can spit hurtful voices, I can slash with my hand, I can shout and, yes, accuse. I can break and shatter you, I can scatter your pieces to orphans, the ones I will never have. I could, I would and I can I am not broken yet for you yet.