Of mere brittle glass, made is my fragile heart
A Diamond needle to carve it part by part
These tender tissues, sharp shrapnels pierce
More than the bullets, your words it fears!
Each shard shot is embedded so deep
Pangs of pain making the flesh creep,
On the seeping wounds, a sorrowful mind feeds
Not a drop of blood flows when the soul bleeds.
Devoid of sunshine, when the darkness is rampant
Dreams desert as the teary eyes now vacant,
Good only as long as the fake could last
Rainbows and romance, now things of the past!
Lessons learnt at life's very own cost
Experience gained but innocence lost,
A deep sigh of dismay from the innermost recesses
As the delicate heart breaks into a million pieces.
7th Mar 2013