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With Broken Pieces I Realize
Everynight a piece of my heart is broken and is sent back to
me,
my heart is still imprisoned in her and is not completely set
free.
Every piece coming back tells a tale of broken dreams and
tears,
when will I have my heart back -- is it going to take
hundred years?
Submerged in silence, I don't even hear the pieces
coming back,
with so much of sadness, all the red pieces have turned
black,
marching into the hole, that was made when you stole my
heart,
every piece is trying to reorganize themselves from the
start.
I thought you might light up my heart -- instead you set it on
fire,
they are not some funny gadgets for you to take out your ire,
but
still as much as I can feel the pain, I can also feel the love,
for
every little piece, you still seem to be an angel from above.
On every
piece, I can see so much of hatred, anger, tear and pain,
they don't love me
anymore, for they have so much to complain,
I know I handed them to
a girl, where they never really belonged,
sorry guys, but for me she looked
like an angel I always longed.
Welcoming the pieces, I make way
for them in my lost soul,
it is going to take a long time before they can
again be whole.
Every piece is worried about their friends they have left
behind,
because be it happiness or sadness, they all stayed
combined.
If love was meant to end with broken pieces, I wouldn't
have tried,
I would have quit this game and let someone else to be
hired.
I made the wrong choice, for love should be seen with open
eyes.
I turned blind to it and now in life "With Broken Pieces I
Realize.".
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