My Heart

MY HEART

My heart is but, a crystal breaking
at the touch
only to heal when love mends it.

Love sometimes so true, I thought it
would be to strong to break again!
But each time I was wrong. And each
time it broke, it scattered into
more and more pieces. Soon, too tiny
to be put back together.

Now this heart of mine is covered
with tape and stuck together
with glue. I don't feel sorry for
my heart, though I don't know why!

And while pondering this question yet,
another offers to patch my lonely
heart. I'd be honest in giving,
acceptance is unsure, what if I
cross the bridge and it burn?

Then what? What do I have? But,
no heart, just emotions inside.