Pieces

Picking up the pieces after heartbreak.

Wrapped in velvety cloth
distant, denied arms are replaced.
Contemplation fought with delusion
fear guides reality unlaced.

Who will caress my arms
in moments of tenderness?
Who will kiss my lips
with deep and passionate bliss?

Deeper within creeps pain
seeped with wrought in my heart.
Tugged nostalgic stings
play melancholy as art.

Who? Who will be there to
find me shattered? Who will see
the mess that i have become?
Who will pick up the pieces of me?

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