how do you mend a broken heart
when the pieces are all scattered,
when none of them are even with you,
like it never really mattered?
and how do you demand the return
of something you willingly gave away,
and thought would be safe with someone
who you thought was there to stay?
if I had saved it for someone else,
or even kept it on a shelf,
it would still be whole,
and I'd have saved it for myself
I wonder where you tossed it,
or if you even thought to keep it?
I wonder if you did
and you're just keeping it a secret
maybe if you bring it back,
I'll now know what not to do,
but if you came around me,
I'd probably still want to leave it with you
so if you have my broken heart,
and would like to let me mend it,
please don't bring it here yourself,
I'd ask you just to send it.
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