• Take this, it isn't worth much,
    I know because you have to repair it,
    It's only fragments of glass,
    So fragile and sharp.

    It was locked in a cage,
    So no one could damage it any further,
    Because what it has gone through,
    Is more than enough.

    You have to keep it with you,
    To protect it from harm,
    Carry it with you everywhere,
    Maybe in your heart.

    Those sharp fragments,
    Are the remains of my heart,
    Someone smashed it in their palm,
    And they took it for granted.

    Sure, it's only bits of glass,
    But from what you can imagine,
    Is what ever you want it to be,
    Just know that it's a part of me.

    You know it's not worth much,
    Yet you carry it in your arms,
    Even though tonight you carried my heart,
    I know you have carried it long before.