My heart is a puzzle with unending pieces,
all different sizes I don't know in the least.
As I try to assemble this heart that's a shambles
it's all put together so infinitely.
I need an adhesive to hold me together
or else I will fall into pieces again;
but what if I let go? What if I just say no?
Does falling apart mean I've come to the end?
Is there another to put me together,
to bind up my heart with his own, carefully?
If there is, then I'm waiting for what he's creating
assured that it's beautiful, special, and free.
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