With teary eyes, I tried and tried,
to soften my anguish and lower my pain.
What I forgot was that
"A broken heart doesn't become whole again!"
My heavy heart was full of emptiness and grief.
It was filled with sadness and tears.
It couldn't let go of those memories.
which it had been holding onto for years.
While stitching my broken heart,
My eyes gazed at a hard stone.
That stone was just like my heart.
sad, heavy, and alone!
With a ray of hope, I still tried
To mend the fragments like insane.
What I forgot was the broken heart
doesn't become whole again.
If you look inside my heart,
You'll see the emotions that I hide.
You'll know all the memories and pain.
Which I keep all inside.
I was a girl who never acted smart.
I was the one who always followed my heart.
and it was none other than my heart.
which was broken into thousands of pieces apart.
I tried to stitch my broken heart.
but all my efforts were in vain.
Because just like broken glass,
A broken heart doesn't become whole again!

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