~ Hearts ~
Smokey white
a drifting, rolling
isolated in the blue
frosted hearts - blazing
yet
only if she knew
hearts are never
made of glass
and never made of ice
only
of which we know
that mending
could suffice.
They say that souls
are made of light
yet unseen-
How will we know?
Someone tell her
hearts don't break
neither do they shatter
they are merely hurt
when life diverts
or hope deprived of color
so,
someone tell her
a heart is mended
only by another.
