We thought
You were
Bulletproof,
Unbreakable,
Cold as snow,
But it was only
A show.
Your heart
Is made of glass,
Thin,
Fragile,
Hidden inside
A ribcage of steel.
YOU ARE READING
Passenger
PoetryIt is not about the destination. It is about the journey. #26 in poetry (Apr 8th 2016) Photo belongs to its rightful owner.
Heart
We thought
You were
Bulletproof,
Unbreakable,
Cold as snow,
But it was only
A show.
Your heart
Is made of glass,
Thin,
Fragile,
Hidden inside
A ribcage of steel.