If only my heart could pick up the pieces
Maybe they would stay if I put concrete in the creases
The heart burn will burn the thread if I sow it
And staples won't work I just know it
How do I mend this sad broken heart
Cupid didn't use an arrow he used a dart
Drew a bulls eye straight for the middle
Solving this problem like solving a riddle
Clues are given a time is set
You try and see how far you get
The answer was in front of you the whole time
Cause when it's broken, is when it's in its prime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem