8 pieces of my heart sit broken,
As they have now for so long...

I bare the brutal poets curse,
of analytical tendencies...

I opened my eyes
I was laying in bed...

The puzzle of life was solved
The pieces fit so perfectly...

Those scars upon my skin,
Those words within my rhyme...

A bucket of trust,
A dash of hope...

One day the clouds will fade away
And show a bright blue sky...

It’s been so long since you controlled...
So long since I cared that we were apart...

She said: “She can’t be in choir,
It’ll distract me from what I do...

When I first met you,
You had me wondering why...

She gets ready for her romantic date,
In the weeks leading up she spends hours...

Sorry about the length!
I want you to hear my story...