Oh heart of glass, how fragile you are
Made of the finest crystal
Only mistreated, you will become shards
How can such a treasure as you
Become such a helpless victim
You are wielding scars anew
Every cry of lost love
Has made your heart grow dim
And lose hope in the heavens above
As your scratches become deeper
Your time is running out
And you drop a silent tear
Oh heart of glass, you have shattered
Never to be found
Your pieces are scattered
And you have found your fate
Never to find love
For it was too late
YOU ARE READING
Where the Ink Runs Dry
PoetryJust a collection of poems I have written. I won't stop writing until the ink runs dry. © Copyright of crazyhoran_93 All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permissi...
