Monday 3 August 2009

A story of a Broken Heart

When I blew the fragments of my heart in the sky I hoped you would pick up every last piece.
But you left behind an important part part of me.
Since then, your love has never fulfilledme.
Flowing outof that unfixable gap.
Falsely bonded with glue.
You were blind to its incompleteness.
And never notices our love fading throught that crack.
So when each piece began to decay and fall apart,
You became ignorant to how you broke my heart.

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