A little part of me Is always left behind As I grow older The smaller those pieces become As a child I would hand out Quarters of my heart to those who would take it Only to receive a veiled rejection But still a sliver would follow taken by them Short friendships only resulted In battered parts Returned with fractures Patched together with tape and staples Smaller and smaller still Is left untouched Undamaged Everything returned Except slivers and chunks Torn from me Only those taken care of Does the hole go unnoticed Filled in with a part of you Never love Love would mean the shy little thing that's left of my heart to be given in its Entirety But stll I'll lend you A little bit of me But just for a while