Broken pieces
In my hand
Did you really think it would make you a man?
To take that hammer
Swing it hard
Bring it down on my heart
Flying shards
Hit my eyes
Tears escape
As i fumble
With the tape
The tape is weak
It will not work
My heart can't withstand another jerk
I grasp for a bottle of glue
I empty it out
The pieces float about
The glue has failed
I try again
But all hope is lost
As the pieces of my heart
Are nowhere to be found
Then from somewhere
I see a hand
It finds a piece
It puts it back
Why did you not
Look to me?
I'm shocked by
The heart i see
It sits there full
A little cracked
But God has gone
And put it back
He knows just where
The pieces fit
And yet i didn't think
To trust him with it
He lifts the heart
And smiles at me
This is my heart you see
You gave it to me long ago
And yet you've tried to
Give it away
To others who have
Promised love
You never did
Look up above
To see me crying up there
I knew each boy was not for you
I tried to tell
You didn't hear
Please listen now my dear
Your heart is mine
Let it be
I will keep it safe you see
In my hands
So you can rest
Don't try to find someone else
I'll never swing that hammer
I will never drop it
I never get too tired, too weak, or too bored.
Your heart is precious.
To me.
Friday, October 31, 2008
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2 comments:
incredible.
i love reading your poems and any random things.
i love the end.. never get bored..
Thanks Becca. :)
thanks for sharing.
oh.my.word.
child this is so good.
well done well done. you kept the rhyme and rhythm very tight but didn't allow it to restrict you.
besides that.
the emotion is so strong. well done!
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