Tiny Pieces

Tiny Pieces

His heart was taken

played on, cheated on, crushed on

the only thing he have is a blanket and a pillow

wet, covered in tears none the less

we decide on the thing we love

but then fate is just an illusion
He gave it all

love, trust, passion and time

then again it was broken, and thrown away

unable to mend it, he slumber in a deep sleep

no sound, no music just blissful silence

an occasional cigarette would't hurt

but then it wont cure anything

he was there, empty

he tried to gather the pieces

he woke up when the time is late

mend those tiny pieces

he prayed to father, and salute mother earth

then again he walked the road

just like anyone else

he did it again
he broke himself up