Brok-En-Gaged

Maybe our shattered pieces Are puzzles to be arranged Into a fine art - a whole heart. Maybe, the missing fragments Of our dreams are lost Only to be found where our hearts both rest. Perhaps, Our losses aren't at all Rather, beautiful inks yet to be spilled. And our tears, a compass To chart our course While tracing those lines down our cheeks. Perchance, our lives aren't for us to live And our Love, A known symbol never to be found. It doesn't matter anyway. Our story would forever be untold. ©NobleHeart Mar'yam Thaoban