Broken But Beautiful

It was a piece of glass that broke,

And a paper that tore,

Into pieces and then turned to smoke,

But what a precious burden it bore,

Covered in tear stains and deep cuts,

It wasn't just glass that broke,

It was the heart, whose memories burnt,

and turned into smoke.

It wasn't just a paper that tore,

It was the heart that ripped to pieces,

And buried deep with fond feelings.

The heart shattered into a million little pieces,

But a beautiful smile hid it all,

It covered the graceful flaws,

And the fragile feelings,

It was the wall that was never meant to be,

But it was a wall that became a barrier to it all,

It never allowed anything in,

Let alone the foreign feelings,

Even the familiar ones were kicked out,

It hurt even though it wasn't meant to,

It stung even though shouldn't have,

It was heavy thinking it wouldn't be,

But it was all something never thought of,

Something never dreamed of 

It was broken but beautiful

For each part contained memory in it,

Of joyful times and sad,

Of days filled with laughter and pillows filled with tears,

Of hope and different fears,

It was precious even in pieces,

For it still acted like one, 

It was beating like one,

It raced and paced like one, 

It was binding everything together as one,

For it was just one,

Broken but beautiful 

It was perfectly imperfect,

It was mortally immortal,

And all things that was possibly impossible,

And for it was that still stood one,

Beating and pumping for the owner it served,

But never billed,

For the owner it served,

It only stopped to kill,

But it was one still,

A million little pieces 

And a thousand gaps to fill

To fill it with new memories,

Of happiness and grief,

Of pretty smiles and precious tears,

Of Beauty and Of love,

Of Care and comfort,

Of everything it needs and wants,

Of everything it demands,

For it beats for one,

And belongs to one,

That is broken but beautiful.