Hear My Cry

Or So I Thought

A broken heart, like a dropped flower vase
Is hard to fix, shit nobody fixes a broken vase
Nobody wants to get all cut and bloodied over a vase
Ain't nobody gonna pick that shit up
But give them a broom and they'll sweet that shit right into the trash
Because what use is there for a broken vase?
How can it hold the flowers anymore?
Better yet, how can it hold the water that's helps grow the flowers?
A broken vase is a useless thing, only worthy to be thrown away.
Same goes with a broken heart.

Or so I thought....

See, you, you grabbed that broke vessel with your bare hands.
Prepared to get cut up
You knew the dangers of fucking with a broken heart
But you didnt care
You grabbed your needle and thread
And ever so patiently to mended that broken heart back to one

Now the hurt is gone
The tears are gone
Memories are gone
Worry is gone

You repaired that heart....

And now it carries the flowers (love) again....and the water (strength) to grow whatever is placed inside it.

Update: or so I thought...

P.S. Thank you so much D for helping me through this breakup. There is no way that I can say this enough. Thank you so much.

UPDATE: it didnt work out.