Pieces II

There is a poem called Pieces
It's an echo of a shattering heart
Written in the mind
Of the heart that is no longer
Of a soul that is no longer Godly
Pieces are falling
Wrapt in sweet red rosey affection
A glue that couldn't hold it together

Do you love and leave?
And hope nothing shatters?

What if it's a heart full of gold?
And not just the locks

Do you let gold shatter?
And watch as pieces fly

There is a poem called Pieces
It tells of gold pieces
It echoes of gushing blood
A golden heart torn apart

As they say, love was the motive