I let you walk across the broken pieces of my heart,
I let you pick them up and try to put them back together,
The stitching was thin, yet it started to mold in your hands,
But, in one glimpse of fear it shattered into pieces again…
Tears stream down my face as I turn my back on you and walk away,
Walk to the lonely roads ahead, and chasing the white clouds that left me behind,
Snow is melting and the frigid air kisses my cheeks,
Peeled and broken, undone, left alone..
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