My Heart is like Glass
February 7, 2012
My heart is like glass.
Be careful while you’re holding my heart,
‘cause it could shatter into pieces when it falls.
Falling in love is like placing a glass at the end of the table.
My heart is clear.
It breaks after every tear.
My heart is fragile.
When it breaks it’s too much for me to handle.
My heart is glass.
Sometimes I think it’s better to leave it broken than for me to cut myself
trying to put it back together.