Fragile

A very fragile object is the heart

Hurtful movements can cause it to shatter

One wrong action and it will fall apart

To those who don’t care, it will not matter

 

For a while, it will remain in pieces

Certain events will put it together

But always, left behind, are the creases

Like everlasting terrible weather

 

Repairing the heart’s a dangerous game

Taken with the accurate precision

The heart will fail to go up in a flame

Avoid any feelings of collision

 

However, a heart that’s been left alone

Is a way to say the heart has not grown