My heart is like a piece of glass.
Emotions fill my hearts whole mass.
Very delicate to the touch,
Broken when toyed with to much.

My heart is played with every day.
On the line is where it is laid.
When you push me farther away,
My heart is the one that has paid.

My heart feels like it is on a yo-yo.
You make it go, up and down, to and fro,
Until my heart is about to shatter.
To you my feelings really don't matter.

You mend my fragile heart,
Then pierce it with a dart.
Now my heart is bleeding,
Because it got a beating.

Every time I'm pushed away,
Another crack is in the way.
So I can't love some one other,
Anyone besides my lover.

I'm afraid to trust you with my heart,
For fear that you will break it apart.
Into shimmering shiny slivers,
That will go floating down a river.

The pieces won't go back together,
They have been horribly severed.
In time I wish I could go back,
So my heart will not get cracked.

My heart is beating like wings on geeses,
From the fear you will break it to pieces.
So comes a question from the question cart.
Why can't I have an unbreakable heart?