pieces of a broken heart
picking up the pieces, the torn.. the tattered pieces all scattered around. i mourn the shattered pieces, they fall battered and bound.. splattered on the ground but found by me. lifting each one up gracefully, placing the pieces where they belong. i reach along hastefully, making sure the pieces aren't placed wrong. with my face long and drawn out, i smile. and from here on out, not just for a while.. i'll be carefully fixing the pieces. not just mixing the pieces. Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 04:35 PM PST 0 • 10
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