The Heart
The heart is glass,
Or so I'm told ,
Thats why my heart no one can hold .
Its hidden and its as black as coal ,
Untouchable by any soul.
I wont relent for anyone ,
Let people in , it cant be done .
Ill protect till my very end ,
My cold black heart , my darkest friend.
Copyright © Gina Jones | Year Posted 2022
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