Samedi, 19 avril 2008 @ 17:02
PiecesLovers come and lovers go,
Friends pass right on through.
And when they leave,
Each and every one,
Will take a piece of you.
Your purpose served,
Your role fulfilled,
Your feelings left tattered and torn.
Beaten, battered and battle bruised,
In need of tender care.
When you look around and wonder,
Who will arrive to give you strength,
You know that I’ll come running,
And be there right by your side.
I’ll take your hand and hold it tight,
Kiss the tears from your cheek,
And let your heart feed from mine.
And on those rare and worrying times,
When you look around and I’m not there,
When I’ve wandered out of sight,
Always know the reasons simple.
I’m just picking up your pieces,
To make you whole again.
xoxo