Masterpiece

My heart has been crushed to pieces and sewed back together

By different hands and different coloured threads.

So, for me,

The rainbow in eyes of the bluish sky doesn't taste like sunshine after a mild rain

And the caramel in coffee tastes less bitter than broken promises..

I often forget the name of the streets that lead me to home

And wonder, how many guys reached their destination,

By setting their foot on me and forgetting me.

You see, love never leaves you healed or broken

It either shoves a piece in its back pocket or gives you one stolen from the other.

And it did leave a jigsaw puzzle that doesn't make any sense, to you or me;

With all those colors, creaks and carnations.

But it would..

And when it would,

I know

The empty promises would start smelling of fruity sweetness,

The sky would be painted with lilacs and love.

And that picture would hang on the lavender wall of my room.

But for now,

Can I have that tiny little piece of your heart?