Broken Pieces by Timothy Brassard

No doctor or man can
Stop this bleeding.
This wound can’t be
Healed by the hand.
This heart needs to
Be mended,
It’s wounded and
Falling apart.
I brought this
Upon myself,
I know,
But I wanted a
Quick fix of love.
It held this heart
Together for a while,
But it’s fallen to
Pieces now. And there’s
Too many to pick up
By myself.
My heart’s now
On the ground for all
To see.
And I hope that
Someday someone
Will come and
Help pick up the
Broken pieces.


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