Picking up the pieces

In the house
of hearts assembly
broken pieces
cannot be glued.

Palliative heart
in need of nursing
please take care
been dropped
twice before.

Love on
concrete floor spills
no longer needed
garage sale.

The tears of letting go
major flooding
cast adrift
on writer’s log.

Inflated thoughts
the cost of living
trapped in the attic.

The solitude of wandering
a day dream staring
grabbed back
by the claws
of reality.

Love swept
under the carpet
too many pieces
left on the floor.

True love given
not for sale.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I can relate to this...my love got cheaper with each garage sale...
maybe mine was never true...
always paid a price.
I like the title...reminded me of The Average White Band's instrumental..."pick up the pieces"---

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks J. Yes my favourite song by AWB, a classic.

[Chris Shaw]

Love swept under the carpet. There those broken relationships from the past stay unless we dare roll that carpet back. And when we do, the heartache returns,. Sometimes out of sight and out of mind can pay dividends. That's where your lines took me Andrew. Hope you are having a nice Easter break.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Hope you did too Chris and thanks for stopping by.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. Old love is captured.
"Inflated thoughts
the cost of living
trapped in the attic."
I understand the above lines and thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.