HEART OF GLASS
The heart is fragile, easily broken
Hope and dreams, so easily shattered
A single word can crack the surface
Damaging it beyond repair
The heart is a fickle thing
So easily given away, so trusting
Something as precious as this, carelessly passed around
The heart is the centre of everything
Once it's broken, we can try to live without it
While it's healing we can try to ignore the pain
The truth is, we can't
We feel every crack, every fissure
Every harsh word, every bit of criticism
Strikes deeply, cutting like a knife
We can't live without a heart, but sometimes I wish we could
Sometimes I would like to hide my heart
To protect it from everything and everyone
To retreat into myself, but I know that's wrong
The truth is: I would rather love
I would rather love and let my heart get broken a thousand times
Then never love at all
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