I figured out that
having so much love to give
but having no where for it to go
really puts pressure on one's heart.
And it seemed that one of two things can happen
when something's put under pressure:
it can become a diamond,
or harden to rock.
My heart's not made of carbon
and you're not made for me.
- some things just turn to stone
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Butterfly Kisses and Other Miracles
PoetryPoetry about a girl and her thoughts. Poetry about unsaid yet so sorely felt emotion. Poetry. Be gentle. You're holding my heart.
