Lying on the floor
scattered everywhere are
shattered pieces
They are shattered pieces
of my precious heart
So fradgile like glass
so beautifule like the ocean
I gave you this delicate hear of mine
to tend to it
For I thought you wouldn't let it fall
But here they are, pieces
of my heart broken
What will I do?
Each time I try to pick up thoese scattered pieces
they cut my fingers
So they are left lying on the floor
I am left empty and lifeless with thoes
shattered pieces
Scarlett Voight
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shattered-pieces-9/
