A heart made of glass

Broken and shattered a heart laying in its own dust,
thou aren’t so easy to mend – cry or cry not for this broken and battered thing.
Is there glue strong enough to mend this dead thing,
to bring together pieces of my heart that once bloomed like a rose?
I think not.
Though maybe still, a love will come and pick up my pieces.
My rose will bloom red and full of life,
and your lips will be mine leaving my heart whole once again.

About Amanda Shelton

I write, and I do digital art. My life is never too boring, I think too much for my life to be nothing but interesting. I always put myself into my writing, so if you want to know how I think then just read my poetry, and short stories. Also I am brutally honest, and I love everyone unconditionally. No one is a stranger to me, I will treat you like I treat everyone else, like family.
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