My heart was once whole,
each piece had a meaning,
and each piece was given to you to hold,
when you left it for another,
leaving me to pick up the pieces of mine own,
each piece fell silent, and was lost in the pain,
tears that shatter to the stone cold floor,
have not yet frozen, they just fill
the depths of my heart which have
not found their patch.
Waiting for the day
for which my heart is whole,
and to have another hold the key,
those days are waiting to be lived,
but for now, the pieces shall be lost,
and the meanings be forgotten.
