Fragments of my heart
Are stretched across the ground.
Covering up the dirt,
Like a bleeding carpet
That has seen one too many years.
Every time you take a step,
I silently scream
And shed unseen tears.
But you can't feel my heartache,
Because you don't know
My true feelings inside.
For now I'll just try
To mop up the mess,
And vacuum my life.
Because somewhere in there,
Beneath all the muddy footprints,
I still love you.