Your heart is beaten and battered and somewhat shattered,
Crooked mangled disjointed and jagged pieces,
Careful that you don't prick your finger I can't be responsible,
When there is no way to even put it back together,
Splintered, unrecognizable, what do I do, how do I fix it?
How do you fix something that someone did such a good job at breaking.
Do you do it by finding something to love, cherish, and protect?
By caring for and loving it unconditionally?
To watch over it while you're still healing... ?
Your heart is broken, battered, cracked and falling to pieces;
Loose like the threads of a T-shirt, cracked like an old abandoned house's windows, bruised like a fallen apple.
I'm dizzy and tired, might I rest a moment, I'm feeling quite faint... I'll only close my eyes for a moment or two... So tired, so tired... I have all my pieces gone?
YOU ARE READING
A few thoughts
PoetryPoetry is a different kind of story and I'd like to share some of it with anybody who's willing to Listen, Some are sad, some are happy, some are of pain, and some are of love, but none the less I hope you enjoy them.
