Shattered Pieces by Wizzy

White flakes shatter the window.
Just like the pieces of a broken heart.
They bleed and wither in the cold winter winds.
When the direction is unstable.

The compass needle can’t be used to sew up a broken heart
The red stains leave a path behind
The only thing remaining of what cannot be.

For what's left lay shattered on the ground.
Pieces never to be healed.
Directions can’t be found
In a bottle of whiskey
The genie in that bottle lies.

Pieces scatter in the northern winds.
Blowing away what was left
Of an unsure love.