I drew myself a paper heart
For the one I had was broken
I thought it could be a new start
This heart was fully open
The issue is it's empty
Or at least it use to be
Until I started reading more
And then you spoke to me
Everyday the color fell in
And spilled across the page
No longer able to keep within
It spilled into my rib cage
A rapid flutter
If I had spoke
I'm sure to stutter
The broken thing awoke
Bringing forth vibrant colors
With a very strong need
To combine broken clusters
Of this shattered heart I'm freed