I
I am not perfect but you are my God.
I have put my trust in the wrong one many times.
I have been broken and became idle.
MY HEART
My heart was shattered for countless times.
It was wasted and turns out worthless.
A busted heart, so good-for-nothing.
YOU
You never get tired of picking the pieces together.
You put it back together when no one could.
You rehabilitate it always beautifully than before.
So from now on, it will be Yours.
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