Here are the pieces of me.
The pieces you broke.
They were once whole,
now see what is left.
I ask you to piece them
together. Filling every crack,
with the love we once shared.
We shared something great,
something no one else knew.
Now that is in this pile of broken promises,
and empty dreams.
Here are the pieces of me.
The pieces you broke and tore.
They were once whole, but now
I found someone to mend my broken heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem