Pieces
Pieces
How many times can a heart break,
Before pieces of it never come back?
Does your heart still beat the same,
As perfect as those that don’t lack?
Are you still able to love with it,
As if it was never in scattered pieces?
Is it still able to beat perfectly,
Although the feeling ceases?
You might need help getting up,
Or collecting the pieces of your heart.
Yet you’ll stand up taller than before,
Knowing that you’ll have a new start.
It matters not what the past holds,
As long as you recover from the fall.
Someone new will come around,
And your heart won’t be broken at all.
How many times can a heart break,
Before pieces of it never come back?
Does your heart still beat the same,
As perfect as those that don’t lack?
Are you still able to love with it,
As if it was never in scattered pieces?
Is it still able to beat perfectly,
Although the feeling ceases?
You might need help getting up,
Or collecting the pieces of your heart.
Yet you’ll stand up taller than before,
Knowing that you’ll have a new start.
It matters not what the past holds,
As long as you recover from the fall.
Someone new will come around,
And your heart won’t be broken at all.