Saturday, August 27, 2011
Broken pieces all around, sprinkled on the floor
I havent strength to pick them up; strength I have no more
Broken by the ones I loved and by the ones I hate
Healing is so badly needed; time is getting late.
Broken pieces in my heart scattered all around
Suffocating all my thoughts, in everything they're found.
Trying to pick the pieces up is quite a task for me
Especially when everywhere I look pieces are all I see.
Broken pieces in my mind but not in my safe place
TIme to put them all together and into a better space.
Even if only one by one I must try with all my heart
To pick up all the broken pieces before I fall apart.