The day you left me ...said those things to me...you broke my heart ...and left it on the floor . Milion pieces of my shattered heart , a few blood drops and a cuple of tears . I swear , it didnt hurt a lot , it was so quick , few minutes ... or was it years ...anyway...time stoped for me . When I came to my senses I went to clean up the mess you left behind ! I wiped off my tears , I licked the blood ... but what do I do with the broken heart ? Um... I cant put it back in my chest , it does not fit in there anymore . So , I thought to myself ... I'll just put it in my pocket ...what's left of it ...I'll take it everywhere with me , maybe one day I find a safe place for my broken heart , maybe one day someone will show up that would be willing to cure my heart . Put the pieces back together . Well , some pieces went missing for good ... So , i've been walking around with my heart in my pocket for 3 years now . Oh , no no no I havent showed it to anybody , you are the first one I am even telling this to . Everything has it's own cure , right people ? Everybody deserves a second time , right ? My heart was very young , only 18 , had so much dreams ! My heart wanted to fly and touch the sky , pump with the beat of life , with the beat of my favourite song , with the beat of love !!! I;a wearing my heart in my pocket , but someday , someone will fix it up and put it back in place ! My heart will live again !!!
Well , that's what I hope...
Boy , as time passes by , the feeling get stronger & stronger }
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