My heart is encased in stone,
Bitter love it cannot condone.
When you came I can see through,
All the sadness they've put on you.
I'll take it away, if you don't mind,
Make it into a rainbow that's one of a kind.
But before you do, break this stone.
Which bitter love it cannot condone.
And so my heart it beat more lively,
And blooms like a rose, yet more shyly.
Then you took a hammer and smashed the glass,
This impossible love cannot last.
And so there grew this tougher stone around my heart,
Afraid to get torn apart.
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The Hidden Language // Poetry And Haiku
PoetryA couple of original poems by a poet. I hope you like it :) Poetry is a beautiful language. It has a descriptive way of describing an object, and it tells the feelings of the author within it's words. Cherish this hidden language for it brings color...
