LOST IN LOVE

# 7

blindly picking up pieces 

of my shattered heart 

was delectable 

like an apple tart 

now broken like a 

useless market cart 

hopeless like a 

crumbling old mart

pierced like a 

hit from a dart 

off-key like a music 

from a crazy Mozart 

now clueless how to 

find the missing part 

also when and 

where to start.