Glass and wave

Glass are full
Waves are empty
Thought are few
Memories are plenty.

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

Glass made the sound
Waves run silent
Night were all peaceful
But it was the dreams that are violet

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

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

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