Picking Up the Pieces

Picking up the pieces to my broken heart, ready to make a masterpiece Masterpiece like never before Before when nothing but hurt, pain, and blood ran through my veins Veins that was twisted and tangled into deceit and lies Lies through sickness and health till death of my heart Heart that gave my love and trust like no other souls will ever receive Receive the special love and bliss that equals complete happiness Happiness to you was a fist full of abuse and anger hidden in a love spell Spell that hypnotized me to make me believe this was love Love that held me hostage at home surrounded by loneliness and sorrow Sorrow that formed black clouds hovering over my head Head covered by my hands as hail punctured my body Body that lightening pierced through striking me over and over again Again I say, I shall arise from my broken shell Shell that handcuffed me into the tournament of being your spouse Spouse that controlled me like a puppet with no remorse Remorse you never had along with emotions or a heart Heart that was molded by clement frozen and glued in your chest Chest that I tattooed with an “S” like my superman for life Life I never knew existed until I picked up the pieces to my heart Heart that healed with betterness not bitterness that equals happiness Happiness is floating in the air and happy I will be Be without the control of somebody