Broken

Tears cascading down her pretty face
Amidst boxes full of clothes and lace
As I stand there, she sits and cries
I try to cheer her with a few white lies
What is the matter? I do not know
How do I know why she's crying so?
She's sitting there, sobbing her poor heart out
Something is very wrong, without a doubt
I sit by her side and hold her hand
But honestly, I really don't understand
So I open my mouth to say a word or two
And I end up staring at my shoe
I shake my head and wonder why
What terrible thing is making her cry
Tears are falling, hard and fast
I want to do something so this doesn't last
I paced the room, up and down
I stared at her with a little frown
Contemplating, thinking hard again
I wondered what was causing her so much pain
So then I went down on my knees
And asked "What's wrong? Tell me please"
She looked at me with red rimmed eyes
But, yet, I still couldn't realize
What was wrong, again I asked
And handed her some tea in a thermos flask
She sipped the tea while she sat on the bed
She breathed slowly and then she said
"Please don't get mad, don't rant and rail
The truth is... well.. I broke a nail"