LOVE Series - LOVE inertia Mosaic are memories, isn't it? A part for a whole, and wholes As the parts, If a broken heart were to shatter like glass— Will I be able to put it back together? Shard by painful shard Bloodied, By my cut fingers And yet— Will it only ever be a memory? Still, a mosaic Unbeating, Dead. I don't know— Tell me, do you know? About LOVE— How— Painful? How— Unstoppable? How— Unbearable? How— My hands couldn't be gentle? How— I held this heart too tightly? How— It broke in my hand? And how… It broke me Thousands, thousands a pieces Mosaic— Glued, with only regrets.
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