Glass Heart
As my voice gives out
and the darkness seeps through
my imaginary walls
I'm left with only the sound of my heart
the heart that has taken me through so many pains and sufferings
broke and cracked as if made of a thin weak glass
What am I to do with such a fragile heart, now broken
but to melt the glass heart down with love and warmth
rejuvenating it to it's once former glory
the sun can once again dance through the glass
and shine light on my once sorrowfully broken heart
this love that melted my heart
unfortunately did not mend the darkness and tragedies
but instead has learned to coincide instead.