Shattered pieces of me lay on the floor.
I pick up the ones, that will go with me,
thru the door.
When I leave, I plan to be, so Much More.
One day, what lays, some will find.
And understand, why many, were left behind.
There may even be some, that will cry.
Many will deny,
Others gasp, "Oh My"!!
Picking up lie after lie.
Asking...Wondering, "Why"?
There's no reason nor rhyme,
How does this, Love Define??
But One day, One, will sift through the spatter.
Find, Their words of "Love", carelessly smattered.
And They're the reason, these pieces, lay shattered.
Then to whom, Will It Matter??!!
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