My heart is slowly tearing into pieces,
slowly decaying within time,
Every time the clock ticks,
is a minute that a piece of my heart is left behind.
At one time it was taken.
That was the time when I was complete,
But every since that bitter moment,
My heart slows down with every beat.
At times it may speed up again,
It slowly begins to become complete,
but every time i think my heart increases,
it ends up getting torn into more pieces.
My feeling of loneliness,
The reality of being incomplete,
just slows me down day by day,
as my weakness begins to increase.
Until I find that person to fulfill my happiness,
My heart will not be complete
