these pieces of my heart
too small to pick up
too fragile to put back together
but when you hold me
maybe
i don't need to be fixed

Sometimes I think about going back to ******
but always end up realizing I can’t
because that world would break me once more
because I’m too soft
I guess everyone is too soft
especially when they start using
many think they’ll be a bulb of light
illuminating a dim and darkened room
until the deader bulbs take advantage
draining the once bright bulbs
until they’re fragile shells.

And here I am
praying to see your smile
"all good things must come to an end"
I'll still find you in my dreams once in a while.

For now I must put
these hopes to rest
hidden away in this notebook
hold my heart that you have blest.

You represent these lost
feelings of happiness and contentment
I found them, but with a cost
our dreams and reality resulted in tension.

please know this
I believe we met for a reason
we could still reminisce
but I'm keeping the idea of us from leaving.

Fragile hearts are bothersome
When they broke
It took years to make things right
Blood and tears are mixed
Just to keep the pieces together

But when it is broken again
You just want to give up and quit
Yet you can't stop
And you'll never stop fixing it
For that's the way of life

To love and to be loved
By another person
Who also experience
Fixing a scattered pieces
Of a Fragile Heart

We have things in our life that are precious
They are the parts of us
That make us who we are
The things we will never forget
They make us whole and leave a scar
A seed plants itself in your heart
It happens without your control
But suddenly it’s there
It’s a delicate thing that gives you joy
It doesn’t matter if it’s imperfect
But you never want to lose it
Our lives will consist of these pieces
That are like dandelion seeds
We feed them love without thinking
From the core of our being
Without just one, we aren’t whole
Why can’t we hold them all together
So that forever we have it all
Inevitably time blows like the wind
Each fragile seed flies away
We can dance around to catch them
But love was never ours to hold
It must be free to live and breathe
To create and to pass away
Every part of our soul that we have fed
That feeds us and makes life worth it
Belongs to the maker of the wind
The One that is greater than it all
Who holds everything in balance
The core that each life belongs to
That very heart of Love
Saves every smile and tear
From the beginning to the end
And is painting a beautiful portrait
As the breeze blows each moment away
So that when we look back at our life
We see the precious memories
Blessings that never truly disappeared
It starts but doesn’t end bare
Loving, remembering, painting
Until your picture is complete
A dandelion in God’s hand
With every part that made you...you