Pieces of Me

Water falls and finds its basin
The deepest low, is it the abyss
Still, quiet, at rest, hollow

Glass shatters and it's all over
A fine china, is it no more
Sharp, cracks, edgy, it'll burrow

The wind howls and crushes the trees
The wild blow, is it the hurricane
Eerie noise, an ode of sorrow

Why my heart breaks
Why this gaping hole 
Like there's no tomorrow

When my heart breaks
When it searches just you 
So empty, so down, so low

How my heart breaks
How many pieces are left
Shattered by a blow 


Dec 15, 2017