Healing Hope

Thanks to my past loves

My heart has been broken,

But I’ve got a makeshift heart

Put together with pieces of hope.

The shattered shards,

That you left behind,

Can finally beat again.

Now I see a future on the horizon

Where love may still grow.

All I need to resuscitate my heart

Is a boost of confidence,

From someone’s longing glance,

The brush of a hand against mine

Or a shared moment of joy.

He is my cure.

He is waiting for me.

Is he you?

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – makeshift

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s