SHARDS

  The  Shards of my heart,

Are trash on the floor.

    Sharp pieces of me,

    I was afraid  to catch them,

    They left me cut and bleeding,

    Then She smiled through tears,

    and offers them to me,

   So,  I hold on to her thorns,

    So that Together,

    We bleed.

    Love is the wound,

    That answers our need.

    The shards of our heart

    Leave us,

cut,

and bleeding

    The crimes of our pride

    Leave us,

   Alone,

    And grieving.

    The scars on our hearts

    Prove we're not stone

    The wounds in our soul

 Were   Cuts to the bone,

    The ones that we needed

    Were never our home

    The love that we had

    Fell on cold stones

    We hold on tight, till the Dawn

    Till all of the shadows, are gone

    When the light of the morning

    Is the light in our eyes,

    And love is the truth,

    Not a disguise...

So,  I hold on to her thorns,

    So that Together,

    We bleed.

    Love is the wound,

    That answers our need.

    The shards of our heart

    Leave us,

cut,

and bleeding

    The crimes of our pride

    Leave us,

   Alone,

And grieving.

The scars on our hearts

    Prove we're not stone

    The wounds in our soul

 Were   Cuts to the bone,

    The ones that we needed

    Were never our home

    The love that we had

    Fell on cold stones

    We hold on tight, till the Dawn

    Till all of the shadows, are gone

    When the light of the morning

    Is the light in our eyes,

    And love is the truth,

Not a disguise...