My heart is made of glass
But has been stained
With all the colors of my love
I am fragile but hopefulÂ
That one day someone will understand
The depth of this work of art
Tag: happypoem
Contentment
I never felt at peace
And now my world is standing stillÂ
The war used to consumeÂ
But now no voids call me to fillÂ
I used to never sleep
Now nights bring dark against my will
I never feel too weary
Now that the calm seeks all my thrill
What's Mine Is Yours 