I gave you a poem…some may say that its my heart on paper…I asked you what you thought…
You tore up the piece of paper…threw it up in the air…leaving it to fall to the floor in millions of pieces…
I wanted to share some of my thoughts…my dreams and desires…with you but I found out too late…
that it wasn’t meant to be…before my paper heart fell to ground…then I knew it made no difference…
if it was me…or if it was some other girl hungry guy…you would’ve done the same…
I gave you just enough of my heart…for you to throw back in my face…

Sitting at the table…across from your family…eating the Christmas dinner…
The setting was bleak…and quiet but inside my mind was racing…
A fragile delicacy laid before me…and I knew the next time…I needed to be open…
I would think again…before I laid my heart bare before you…
I wouldn’t give the next girl…the same pieces of my puzzle…until I knew that she wanted to help me…
put the puzzle together…just me and her…with every piece revealing another stop…
on the journey along the way…just wanted to make sure…that I wouldn’t be crushed again…

My paper heart…is so vivid…but only certain people can see what its worth…
My paper heart keeps beating…as long as there are words to be written…
I wanted for the paper to be formed in to some kind of beautiful picture…
I know my master…will provide me with the pieces of my puzzle…at the exact time…
Trying so hard to hold back…the thoughts that have been welling up inside of me…
I have decided…to take another chance…knowing my creator…will never shred my paper heart…
The world may leave me dark and broken…and searching for something greater…but I know I belong to God…