There are pieces
Broken pieces scattered in the sand
Overlooked
Unnoticed

No one really likes them
No one seems to care
No one picks them up
Unless they are whole

Perfect
Unscratched

She is broken
Her heart's in pieces
Scattered across the world

Overseen
Underwhelming

No one really sees her
No one seems to care
One picks her up
But she can't ask her to do that any longer

I am imperfect
I am scratched
I am broken
I am in love

I wish for you