Pieces

In the depths of my sanctity I hold my heart in a thousand pieces hoping they mend. I asked the moon and stars if you would ever be more than just my friend. If I called out to the stars and whispered your name. Would you hold out your hand or look down upon me in shame? A million words burning through my empty pages like that of the empty dust that lays out amongst the fallen ashes and darkens my prints in the sand. Crying out in the night for you to call out lover hold tight to my hand. If I held you tight as you drift off to sleep. Would you dream of the fairytale places you would only see in your dreams? Or would you be dreaming of a possible us in the corners of a bright sky painted every color so deep? I would color you the depths of my broken heart like the shaded grey upon black that hides only the scar to deep that it cries out from afar. Begging under the pale light to weak to weep and yet somehow it still finds the courage to wish upon the loneliest star. Begging lover don't weep for it's you I'll always dare keep. But like the blooming flowers nestled tight in the wind, their colors begin to die and seep. My heart is in a million pieces upon the tattered cold hard ground. Left for a new lover, one who picks up the pieces and wonders why they are scattered all around. I would give you the last of my heart lover if it meant forever with you. I would give you my scattered pieces if only to be made new.

Written By
Kelli R. Hall
Pieces
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