Everyday I sleep with a broken heart,
hoping for next day to be better;
but days keep passing on like always,
and I keep on posting Lord, my prayer letter(s).
Morning comes with dawn chorus and sunshine,
reminding me there is a chance to mend it;
but it hurts when I try to put broken pieces together,
and again pieces of my heart goes to split.

So am not gonna fix it again,
'cause I know the result is gonna be same;
better learn to live with a broken heart,
rather fixing it and getting it broken apart.

Evening comes with beautiful sunset(s),
teaching me the sun also goes down;
but again I get drowned in the streams of regret,
looking at the broken pieces around.
Night comes with silence and darkness,
telling me everything comes to the end;
I put my hands back-head curling back to loneliness,
again thinking of the chances of my heart to mend.

So am not gonna fix it again,
'cause I know the result is gonna be same;
better learn to live with a broken heart,
rather fixing it and getting it broken apart.

© Shreya ♥