His hands bleed as he clutches the shattered Peace's of her heart.
Doing his best to catch those glass like Peace's he bleeds as he smiles,I'm sorry about the blood, he'll say,
I didn't want them to slip away.
She sheds a tear understanding his struggle, but tells him to let go.
He's reply; I cannot I've picked up the Peace's and tho I bleed I won't let go.
"Why ?"she wondered. Why?
He tells her even broken this heart is a good one. And I have come to love each broken peace. The cuts a reminder for the effort it took to pick up them up and hold them together.
So I cannot let go for I love you.