Unattached Pieces

Memories turn to dust. the heart turns to a crust, Feelings that are scattered everywhere, Chasing love like chasing shadows, Searching for a beat anywhere dispite my past sorrows. Trying to separate my feelings from a beautiful soul that has gotten, my heart glued like a magnet. A heart that loves with a full chest is a heart that is very brittle, a heart that endures so much yet receives so little. But no matter how broken the heart is no matter how many pieces are scattered, every piece skips a beat And every feeling comes with heat. But I will keep try to find that one glue that will attach my unattached pieces.