Hearts are like glass,
so fragile and weak,
yet they hold the burden and mass
in both strong and weak.
Where can such a thing
come from? That can heal a wing
or make someone fall so low;
they are so kind, but can be such a foe.
How can they treat
us like this? Make you meet
someone so great or otherwise.
How can you know it's not telling you lies?
They can describe our life
in a single beat, our strife
and happiness in a single thought.
Or so how my heart has taught.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoesiaPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
