A heart is a delicate,
Fragile thing.
Though we try not
To show it
We all know it's true.
And sometimes
I grow tired
Of stitching up
The holes that
You have torn.
And sometimes
I wish my heart
Was hard
As rock
Or diamond
So you
Couldn't damage
It anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Life, Death, and Everything In Between
PoesíaTheses are a bunch of my poems...they aren't all depressing (although many will be)....so don't let the title stop y'all from reading! Love ya, G
