• Hearts are made of glass;
    So clear, but yet can shatter.
    Crystallized in a beating mass
    So fragile; made of tatter.

    But fragile as they may be,
    Bold and brave they boast;
    To endure such pain and agony,
    And still pound a rhythm at most.

    Be careful when you’ve given
    Your porcelain heart to another;
    One mistake; a trip, a fall,
    Can send your heart to clutter.

    The shards will fly – the pain will die,
    But only when it’s mended.
    Pick up the pieces, put them together,
    For such breakage was apprehended.

    And you are the victim; the innocent one.
    Your heart was dropped, and you came undone;
    But fear not, for tender care
    Can mend your porcelain.

    The bejeweled gem above your chest;
    Be careful when it’s slain;
    It’s only pretty at its best,
    Your beautifully shattered porcelain.