Pieces of me
How am I supposed to breath?
when you have my heart, my lungs, my blood cells.
I sit, I sulk, I pout.
Waiting for you
Waiting, waiting, waiiting.
I am quiet
I am dark
I am still waters
waiting.
The men come
wanting pieces of me, but not me.
Just wanting to fill their need.
I know what they want under their words of comfort.
Something I cannot, will not give.
I tell them all my heart is breaking.
But no one hears me.
Only you hear me
even so far away behind the stars
that no longer shine as bright.
you will hear me.
You must hear me
Bring back my heart
