I'll be waiting
like this misty morning
to have a broken heart fixed,
those pieces to be stitched.

Even the mist knows my heart!
Why do you fill me with hate?
I know I was late..
but,is it a time to surely part?

Forever is a long time short
because,it oft sinks like a boat.
I do regret the promises,
it only gave way to objections.

I pick up the pieces of the broken
I know it'll never be mended
Where were you when it all happened?
Alas!why do you seem so shaken?

The pieces were sewn,
A new me has born;
out of your captivity.
Thanks,I can finally be in tranquility.