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We come with broken glass hearts
Waiting for other broken individuals
Just less broken and fragile then we are
To come collect the pieces
And put them together so that we may become whole
Though fragile and scared still
We yearn to be whole
We revel in tears that scare our pillows at night
Those pillows remain the best shoulders we will ever have
They remain the gatekeepers to our thoughts and dreams
We carry broken glass hearts
While we wait for broken hearted beings
To waltz into our lives
Light a match and ignite a flame
That will mend these broken glass hearts we carry
We seek to be whole
Yet we never attempt to piece ourselves together
Out of fear of cutting ourselves
Fear of bleeding out until our bodies run dry
Therefore, we wait for broken scared beings
Though less broken then we are to rise from the ashes
Proclaim that they will make us whole
Broken glass hearts we hold
Such fragile things, which remain behind cages
However, we give them away so loosely sometimes
In our pursuit to find beings to make us whole
Never once pondering protecting them
From thieves dressed in illusions
That they are they being we dream of
