Friday, March 5, 2010

My Shattered Heart

My Shattered Heart


There lays my shattered heart. Broken on the floor.
It lays there in shards, glistening up at me.
I can't seem to bend down,
to pick up the pieces.
Then You come,
right up beside me.
You bend down and start to clean
the mess someone has made of me.
You handle each piece with care,
as if it was a precious jewel.
You start to put the pieces back,
making it look as if it had never broke.
You smile at me and hold it out,
a perfect, shiny heart,
mended as if never broken.