My heart is broken
Into tiny little pieces,
fragments on the floor,
You pick up a broom
and sweep.
I weep.
I gather the pieces
and some sellotape,
stick it back together, all wonky.
Through the cracks,
there is light.
I am shining.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC
My heart is broken
Into tiny little pieces,
fragments on the floor,
You pick up a broom
and sweep.
I weep.
I gather the pieces
and some sellotape,
stick it back together, all wonky.
Through the cracks,
there is light.
I am shining.