I have no more pieces of my broken heart to break
I have no more strength to give my heart away
I have no more tears to fight back from falling
If all pieces are broken
Which piece do I start picking up first
Which parts do I glue together
So they do not fall off again
From the weight of a dead love
I may not love again
Like I loved you
All I feel is this empty space
This hollowness that reminds me you are gone
My heart is an arid land
Devoid of leafy greens
Or blooming flowers
Only dried up barks of trees
A stump that still stands
In the scorching sun
A thump of an empty valley
Cracked clay with zigzag lines
This arid land has no more rainfall to give
This Arid land known as my heart
Has no more broken pieces left