broken pieces

The pieces are on the floor

Every one walks on them as they please

Is it because I didn’t pick them up on time?

Or glued them together to bring it back?

The more they walk on them the more it is impossible

Because soon enough they will be turned to dust

And be blown to oblivion by the winds.

Am hoping that never comes to pass

I’d give my all to avoid it getting any worse

I just hope once I pick them up

They won’t get smashed again

                                               This time I promise to take care of my heart