Some say a broken heart is like a shattered vase.
Fragile pieces scattered all over the place.
The shattered pieces of broken glass seem to go everywhere
Unlike the pieces of a broken heart that seem to pierce your soul.
With faith and hope you try to mend the broken heart
Unlike the vase it cannot be so easily replaced,
It takes a while to mend it, of course the condition is never the same but
then you lock it up.
Throw away the key to see if who is welling to build another.
Someone to unlock the monster and angle that lies within,
A unique person who will handle the heart with gentle hands.
Who can be honest, truthful and understanding.
A person who is true to the cause, and even though they're
aware of the shattered heart that is held together with
tape, glue or hope they cherish it, honor it
and call it their home.