A Stony Heart

A stony heart and my pain, Fights together for a gain, They thunder as clouds, They spark as lightening pods. They burn their pain, They eat always sustain. They blame eachother, And broken their feather. From childhood to olds, They struggle for bolds. They never learn a lesson, Argument is their fashion. They put pressure on them, They like each other’s trim. They never understand, A fact of life’s brand. They lost their peace, And patience in a race. What will we achieving? If nothing takes a person dying. They never compromise, But both are wise. They plan always peace. But they like it to freeze.