I want to pick up the pieces of your precious heart,
And hold them lovingly in my hands.
Put it back slowly like a puzzle,
Yet I want to keep a piece.
How can a puzzle, or heart, be completed
When somebody else owns a part,
A piece that they won't give back,
Because it's too beautiful to show the world.
When will you realize that I also hold a piece,
Even if you don't realize it yet.
That I hold it in my hand,
Watching it whir and move with grace.
Should I hold it in my hand,
Or should I give it back,
And watch you hand the piece
out to someone else?
Yeh, I messed up the ending. If anyone can help me with that, please do
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