Cliche of Broken Love

I am happy,
But I end up crying.
Broken like a shattered glass,
And scattered as pieces of papers.
My feelings grew like flowers in the spring,
But yours withered like in the fall.
A promise of a thousand years,
But not a word is kept.
What have you done?
Why have you forsaken this love?
Even if the time pass.
Wounds won't still be healed.
It is a cliche,
I speak of broken love.
Let the world fall apart,
And mourn with my tragedy.