With Broken Pieces I Realize! ! ! Poem by Saravana Kumar

Everynight a piece of my heart is broken and is sent back to me,
my heart is still imprisoned in her and is not completely set free,
Every piece coming back tells a tale of broken dreams and tears,
when will i have my heart back-is it going to take hundred years? .

Submerged in silence, i don't even hear the pieces coming back,
with so much of sadness, all the red pieces have turned black,
marching into the hole, that was made when you stole my heart,
every piece is trying to reorganize themselves from the start.

I thought you might light up my heart-instead you set it on fire,
they are not some funny gadgets for you to take out your ire,
but still as much as i can feel the pain, i can also feel the love,
for every little piece, you still seem to be an angel from above,

On every piece, i can see so much of hatred, anger, tear and pain,
they don't love me anymore, for they have so much to complain,
i know i handed them to a girl, where they never really belonged,
sorry guys, but for me she looked like an angel i always longed.

Welcoming the pieces, i make way for them in my lost soul,
it is going to take a long time before they can again be whole,
Every piece is worried about their friends they have left behind,
because be it happiness or sadness, they all stayed combined,

If love was meant to end with broken pieces, i wouldn't have tried,
i would have quit this game and let someone else to be hired,
i made the wrong choice, for love should be seen with open eyes,
i turned blind to it and now in life 'With Broken Pieces I Realize.'.