My Heart

One piece at a time
I either put it back together
or tear it apart.
But not for long
can this glue hold
togther my heart.

My heart is beaten
by shots of pain.
Pain caused by
the simplest things.

My heart is brusied and scard
with open wounds.
My heart is looking
for the right bandage
to heal these wounds.

Will it ever find it?
It does not know.
There's not much it can do.
Just to be patient.
Just to wait.
For a tender hand to give some loving care
to make it whole agian.