LYRIC FOR SALE

By Julie Beck Morrow

“Scrappy Soul”

(Julie Morrow)

I tore myself to pieces when
your icy gaze and callous heart
withdrew like grizzlies to their den,
as winter gales rip worlds apart.
Torn misfits from a magazine
fell to the ground in blunt array.
The scraps, like dust piled in a heap,
unkempt collage of me betrayed.

(Chorus)
My scrappy soul is torn for you.
I’d glue him back like Frankenstein.
I’d thaw the snowy banks for you.
To soothe your heart, I’d shatter mine.

The broken glass, the bottles strewn.
Forgotten promises forgone.
The tousled hair, the sullied rooms.
No recompense—just me, the fawn.
My dreams in scraps beneath your feet,
reminders of what could have been.
The wayward artist mistook me
for discards, left me for the bin.

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge)
I tried to build myself anew,
to glue the pieces to your taste.
But all my effort’s gone to waste,
in icy glares that penetrate.

(Repeat Chorus)

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