She has a heart that’s made of glass
It breaks rather easily. She’s the type
to ask that her lovers tread across her heart
carefully. She doesn’t know that people
who don’t value her but only lust for
like to brag about
leaving dirty tracks across the heart
of those foolish enough to love them.
And the footprints she sees on the surface
of her glass heart doesn’t mean she’s unworthy
of being loved. But there are those who value
destruction over beauty. And somehow
manage to see beauty in the
tiny broken pieces of her glass heart.
She just has to learn to pick up the pieces
of her glass heart once it’s been destroyed
and hope she has the strength to
put it back together again.
Peace & Love,