Glass Heart
I gave you my heart so small and innocent.
But you put it on top of your shelf, out of reach.
Night after night storms would come and we would fight
and shake the shelf that held my heart
Finally my heart couldnt take it anymore and broke.
It shattered everywhere and it hurt.
I came over to pick up the pieces of my heart that you broke.
But it hurt too much to put it back together.
The Glass Heart is better left broken than hurting yourself trying to mend it.