I was awake last night,
picking up the broken pieces of my heart.
Though each one was sharp,
and made my hands bleed.
As tears rolled out of my eyes,
and streamed down my cheeks.

My hand tremble.
My whole body was sore.
As I picked up a piece of my heart,
that you so badly tore.

How silly of me.
To trust so blindly.
Was I deaf, was I blind ?
When people told me to stay away from you,
but how could I let go of something that i just find?

So that's how it started .
That's the story of my broken heart.
Which now ,lies in pieces, torn apart

love,
Rita