beautiful silence.

you're a diamond, dear. they can't break you.

i've met the heart of gold
whose emptiness
glistens ancient and old.

i've met the heart of brass
the one who just
bends words said in the past.

i've met the paper heart
who bleeds with blotched
ink that tears one apart.

i've met the heart of glass
that many hold
but drop-- it breaks too fast.

i've met hearts that undergo many beatings
and now i've met a heart that stood beating.