My Crystal Heart

The shards of my broken, crystal heart lay shattered at your feet.

Each facet of that beautiful heart, which you were so selflessly given, meant something.

You let it slip through your fingers, and simply stared at the mess left before you.

You'd like to pick up the pieces, glue them back together, and hold what you had in the beginning close.

You'd like to, but you don't want to get hurt, and be left with bits of crystal and bloody hands.

So, you leave behind the mistake you think you made.

You turned and walked away, without ever looking back.

You leave behind that broken heart, and replace it with a new one.

When all is said and done, the Lord is always there to pick up the pieces;

Even after the one who meant the world to you walked right out of your door.