Looking down at my
still beating shattered heart
pondering, how can I
fix this awful mess of a heart
I reach for a spool of thread
and a needle, my heart
has many pieces, being broken
so many times will do that to a heart,
slowly I start to stitch
the pieces together, a heart
starts to form, picking up the
pieces, reliving the pain, my heart
has many secrets that it holds
many torments no-one knows, yet my heart
still beats, finally together again,
pain is great, but the finished project, my heart
complete once more
for someone new to break again.
