Scattered

I don't know where my things now lie
Maybe somewhere in between my forsaken cry

I keep returning to pick the pieces back up
but every time I go back, I end up more stuck

I know each person has problems that hover
I wish mine were over a heart break from a distant lover

I know the phrase, once a plate is broken it cannot be repaired
But all these pieces are gone that I once loved, that I shared

I guess thats why its become so hard to lend
People like to treat emotions like the money they spend

Greedy and selfish, like the cold, restless night
but once it's gone, its forever out of site

Except the thing with emotions is we forever carry that fright.

-C.C.