Poetry

Iron Heart

Iron Heart

I have an Iron heart

Covered with frills and lacing

And colorfully scribbled child's art

Hide the truth under this casing

Glass shards that cut even the sharpest steel

Along with the frills and the lacing

So black that they don't look real

They cut through the iron casing

But they are combated by a brave warrior

A hug from a sister

A brave soldier

A "Hello Mister"

There are others as well

Including a smart ass twin brother

So to them I tell

There could never be another

They take off the frills

Cut through the lacing

But none of them wipe of the scribbles

Or brave through the casing

For my true heart is worse than shrapnel

And cuts straight to the heart

Winning every battle

Making the bravest souls fear the dark

No one can touch my heart

Without hurting them

So when it fell apart

Nobody could put it back together again