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Shattered Pieces

Have you ever seen a broken heart up close.. did it show you the road it took to get down to that road did it spill out all of its dreams an hopes have you ever seen a broken heart up close, di you sit and have a conversation were there times in that conversation you had to admit that person sounded so amazing an how it ended really kind of just sounded crazy, a whole lifetime of dreams an wishes kisses an hugs passions an ignoring the apparent because that’s what love does, have you ever sat down and looked at a broken hearts pieces an how there broken so un even, and the after math of that after blast you get confused on how this broken heart keeps beating, were the strive what’s the drive, will its sitting on the ground dreams hope an love look like blood covering the ground no one to love it no one to take the time to comfort it the last one it had holding it got tired an dropped it have you ever. I bet the answer if never sat and had a conversation with a broken heart an started to hate the person that broke it apart are took the time to fix it how could you ever love someone who built you up then dipped your heart into a fountain of love with the same color as gold then let it cool an dropped it from the thirty floor of a apparent at the bottom was no pool so the splash turned into a shatter left the heart scattered all over the place blood lining the faces of the people at the bottom not because they didn’t see him falling but nobody caught him, so now they share in the pain get entrapped by the rage, an pray for the day that there pains taking away and the last piece if found of that broken heart and its put in a frame an now its art,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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