Concrete Heart

Because love is hard on the outside And on the outside I have put up walls so high no one can get in But every now and then one person would squeeze through the cracks in the concrete To the softness I hide inside Only to leave back through that which they came And now the gentleness slowly turns hard Concrete on the inside As my walls go higher only as the cracks get bigger Upon this the same process repeats p.s. like concrete I was once soft but time molded me into something firm