My Heart is like Glass

Natasha Moananu (10)

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.