Shattered peices

by spirit   May 20, 2008


Standing in this dark room
Sweeping up the broken pieces
Of my heart with a broom.

Why does every look on the out
And not the in
Some dont care who you are
They just want to win.

But here you are, my hero
You dont care to win
You dont care if Im a zero.

I dont know why
But I believe you
That youll always be there
To cheer me when Im blue.

I believe you when you say; I love you.
I do think this will last
So I feel safe to admit: I love you too.

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