Publisher's Synopsis
Ever tear drop like a drop of rain,
Holding a memory.
A memory of every time
your heart was broken, broken into shards of dust.
Dust still collecting on that full shelf we all call a soul.
I never realised that we give up a bit of our souls
every time we fall in love.
And every time our hearts are broken
the one that broke it walks away
with that shard, of broken love.
Yet we still love, because not only does it brake us.
It also heals us
