Little pieces put togethera mosaic of memories
,tiny bits that make it whole,like a cracked window,through which people see.
A tired broken heart,of jagged glass that lie,
in sparkling pieces on the ground,and with trembling hands,
I cradle them with woeful sighs.the delicate pieces of my love,
the shining joy of my adolescence,
reflections of my sorrows,
and melancholy everlasting,
as I hold my shattered innocence.
I've lost some pieces over time,some I've tossed away,
others cut my hand without mercy,
and with my tears mixing in the wounds,
I put those back where they lay.
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