Broken Heart

Mending a broken heart isn't easy.

A puzzle with a million pieces.
I've done it over and over
and this won't be the last.
Once the puzzle is whole,
someone scatters the pieces
resembling shattered glass.

It's a puzzle I do alone,
cause fading is my trust
in someone else's hand.
They say they want to help,
but they never understand.
Pieces can't be pushed
or forced into place.
It takes time and patience,
only then can you understand
the pace.

So I take one piece,
one beat.
Connect it to another piece,
another beat.
Slowly it finds rhythm,
But it searches for peace.
In hopes to be found,
once it is complete.
So I take one piece,
one beat.
Connect it to another piece,
another beat.