Friend, if your heart is shattered,
Like glass that is broken so much,
I shall find every one little piece,
And join them like olden such.

I know it may not be the same,
But I’ll nurse that heart to health,
Make sure it gets, a rain of smiles,
Shower laughs and loving wealth.

If your heart is now, a withered rose,
I’ll find those petals which now are dry,
Give that heart, a heart my own,
A shoulder on which it can now cry.

I will listen to its pain, catch every tear,
Make it forget those memories of yore,
I will be by its side, till it becomes better,
A loving heart, that all can again adore.

Broken glass may not be beautiful again,
But a heart can forget, memories that pain,
A loving hand to hold when it is down,
A few words can make smiles from frown.

A broken heart may not be the same again,
But a heart is not always like glass my friend,
It can be better, than what it was before,
When it has more love that knows how to mend.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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