There are many things that can be replaced


A heart isnt one of them


Because once its gone its gone and never coming back


Breaking a heart is the same as burning a letter


Pieces may remain but its gone forever


My heart once warmed those in need


But now I see my heart on the floor,all it does is bleed


I fear it may never recover


I tried to put it back together


But it was as useless as trying to live in a house of feathers


It continues to bleed as I cry


I thought it was the right thing to try


But now I realize I will never fly


Im glued to the grass


Forced to never move and watch the clouds pass


As others learn to fly


They fly hand in hand


As my prison tomb is sealed in sand


I feel my lungs feel with sand,but I dont resist


I realize it will stop my heart's pain so I accept it