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
