A broken heart seems like the end,
never to be whole again,
in pieces as if were made of glass,
with time this too will pass,
when another's heart thats broken too,
connects the pieces inside of you,
two broken hearts become the one,
it wasn't an end, lifes just begun.
Starting a new book,
of life,
beginning anew again.
Turn open,
to page one,
first time since I can't remember when.
Slates clean,
story's mine,
you best not touch my pen.
Through my eyes,
I can see,
beyond the images projected,
through the disguises,
there are no surprises,
into the depth of their soul,
and I know,
that the images they project,
only protect