Windsheilds
your heart is like a windsheild
mine and yours one in the same
pure in the beginning
all the new scratches are such a shame
our hearts are like windsheilds
strong and clear
until one crack gets to be there
and everything goes weird
our hearts are like windsheilds
made of strong glass
but when the crack gets there
theres no more going back
our hearts are like windsheilds
in the end its all the same
add a little more pressure
and its the end of the game
our hearts are like windsheilds
with just a little crack
add that little bit of pressure
and our hearts shatter like windsheild glass
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
