Friday, April 10, 2009

Inside my sleeve,
I pull out my heart,
handing it to you, and said
"careful it's fragile, and easily falls apart."

Extending your arms, you take the heart in your tender warm hands.
It falls into a million shattered pieces - on the floor it lands.

All you did was to see me bend down and pick up the pieces.
Sorrow and sadness in your eyes.

Apologies are not enough.

Looking at you with tears in my eyes,
You ask me not to pick up the pieces of a heart that has fallen apart.

I am the one who needs to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart
one by one, piece by piece.

I need to put it together again, some how. some way.

Each piece of my heart has a memory so true.
Each piece of my heart has part of you.

You are the one who is leaving to start a new lease on life
with someone who is a thousand miles away.
I'll just be here on my knees picking up the pieces of a
heart that feels like it's being pierced with a knife.

All my tears won't keep you near
All my tears won't mend what's not here.
Again I look at you with a whisper in my voice,

The only way my heart will mend and finally be complete,
is if you and I can come together without being discreet.

You see, what we have here and today, helps me face theworld,
with a love for you that gives a glow -b ut now, my darling, you made a choice.
My heart is on this floor, shattered and broke.
With each piece I pick up - I need to learn to let go.