Each of these wounds tell a different story
Of long lost love and relationship
Buried somewhere along my heart’s cemetery
Someday somewhere amidst all these graves
It will find its resting place
With an epitaph carved
By the very hands which killed this heart.
Sometimes when I sit alone
Staring at all these tombstones
With thousand knives piercing my soul
This is when I look up and cry
Hoping for the tears to heal
The bruises of my battered life
With each step that I take
A part of me dies a silent death
The people whom I left behind
Like the scraps of this broken heart
Lost somewhere in the sands of time
Some pieces which I may never find.
