Picking Up the Pieces From A Broken Heart

Originally Written October 7, 2006

Scattered among the loneliest part of the unforgiving seas.
I pick up the broken pieces of my heart.
This burning desire for what was there will not cease.
I search the land with my hand for every little part.
From each pebble in the sand and each rock in the dirt,
I search through and collect to forget about my hurt.
No love, but no pain, I just pick up the remains.
No love, just rain, to remove all of sorrows stains.
Give me string and needles. Give me glue and tape,
I have found all my pieces, It is now time to operate.
Stitch the puzzle back to its original state.
Tape the corners, so love can start to paint on a clean slate.
Glue my heart ever so nicely back in its place,
so there is no longer a vacant empty space
Let my heart be filled again with love.
Let my prayers be heard up above.
Once scattered among the seas, and deep down in sand,
stuck in dirt.
They were rescued with a helping hand.
Now they are flying in the sky waiting to flirt.
No hurt.
Ready to try this roller coaster called love again.

©Lyrically Poetic