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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Broken Pieces


In my hands I hold my heart broken and shattered
I try to put it back together from the pieces I’ve gathered
But some of the pieces are lost, broken, of stole
I’m questioning if my heart can ever again be whole

Then you came into my life and found the pieces that seemed to hide
Revealing pieces I thought I never again could find
Helping me put it back together I hope that you can see
How broken and fragile my heart can really be
So if you’ll hold my hand and stay by my side while it heals
Maybe we can find out how true love really feels

Summer
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