Seen through her tough attitude, she was glass, easily shattered...
When dropped, those same broken pieces became a weapon right after...
Now she’s sharp, I try not to cut myself as I collect her parts...
That was once a heart, I told her I would fix it if she showed me where to start..
Her mind was locked away, She told me I would never find the key...
Not knowing I was a locksmith so I made my own.even a spare just in case the other got lost in me…
In her mind I found love, so I decided to take it and hopefully find some way to place it in her heart...
That im still trying to rebuild, tryin to find the missing pieces to my work of art...
Damn near complete, still a lil chunk missing on the side….
Couldnt think of anything else to put there, so I opened up my chest and gave her a piece of mine…