I knew this day would come,
still it hurted more than I thought.
My patched heart was ripped open again,
exploding, flying sharp pieces of glass everywhere.
And when I tried to reach out for them,
they´d cut me deep like a thorn from a rose.
So I leave those shards on the ground,
in mercy of wind and earth.
Shining brightly in the morning sun,
I sit on the ground and watch them mold.
Maybe one day someone finds them,
and makes me whole again.
Selite:
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