The vital organ, while still beating,
Will keep you alive, needing no healing.
When mine has been divided in half,
Needing your sealing,
How is this body, this shell still breathing?
It shatters like glass, when I hear your name being said,
Hearing about the tears you have shed and how I am to blame.
Each shard belongs to you to put together and protect,
Or is this vital organ…… my heart,
One possession, you will never collect?
It shatters like glass, when I hear your name being said,
Hearing about the tears you have shed and how I am to blame.
The vital organ, while still beating,
Will keep you alive, needing no healing.
While you are close its whole
Needing no sealing
Now I see why that body, that shell carried on breathing.