"when its gone".. should I just restart or does this make sense?

Question

When it’s almost gone

there is always a way to recycle

What’s was left, isn't always left to be

its a game with science

Look and see

Let’s take our questions

throw them away

Turn them into reasons

Of why we stay

Through loves battles

And our treason’s

While we were in alliance

Our hearts were in defiance

Poor attempts

of our hearts relents

to hate eachother

and even though we resented it

nature opposes

Its the gravity,

our love, creates its own

Continental drift between our hearts

Divergent memories tearing our love into little parts

Analyzing the shards

Underneath my chest

its Taking under all the pieces

Recycling

Saving the good and reusing

So It will always come back and converge

I picked up the old hand of cards

dealt to me was 2 hearts

its a complicated game

the name is Love

Taking the two broken parts and meshing together

Heating up and spitting out

Adapting through the whether

Is what the earth

People

And our hearts,

All know how to do

The reason I will always love you,

Even if the game is lost,

is ,

When we recycled so many times

a part of me wont ever leave you

Answer 1

It's interestingly unique, but not interesting enough to treasure. It's long. From verse to verse it has a different flow and I don't know enough about this style to critique. While the last verse is unique, it's uniqueness does not make it pretty. Your love pieces that remain seem to not be worthy of remembrance, yet you do. It is in a heap of trash. Not meant to be rude, but felt that you wanted honesty from each comment. I'll be happy to cancel comment if you e-mail.

Answer 2

I really like it. It's really good. I don't have anything bad to say about it at all