Crystal Glass Heart

They say mirror mirror on the wall.

I say the same as I speak to this crystal glass heart in my chest that I look into for help that is so clear when I fall.

I ask myself, and my peers as I said once before will you remember me? I along with the rest of poetry that is in motion; to one day be one of the greatest poets of them all?

Can I give this heart that is so tedious to someone one day where I can get on one knee because of the fact that I love, and not wanting to move around on my knees when I am broken hearten and all I do is crawl.

I am sick of the worrying, so listen to this story that I have to tell.

This glass heart in excellent condition, and it is priceless, yet free.

It is for sale.

I look into this heart for friends.....

As I walk down a trail of laughs, teats, and fears, but it never ends.

Though I don't want it to...

Each heart that I have encountered on the way has has something that it has been through.

Do you want to buy?

The downsides it has hurt before.

Many times the owner of this heart has reportedly cried.

To the heart, and owner countless times to it...... has been lied.

It's twenty years of age.

Loves to express, but sometimes when it is not taken care of for so long it hides.

It speaks on words.

The blue lines it rides.

As this heart is a poet.

It has a friendship with a mind, and it tries it's best to show it.

Care to hold it?

It's a story that you can't read unless someone takes the time to read the book.

In the back of these countless chapters there is a letter that is similar to this.

Care to unfold it?

Emotions alone with pen, and paper.

Loose cannon thoughts that has an owner.

Like us all we can relate, but these feelings are so hard to control isin't it.

The heart is more good, but like this life it is not perfect.

Is it a wise investment?

I believe to the owner..... not renter it would be so worth it.

Know that I love it... I love you.

Though you have yet to buy.

It is not hard, but it is kind of hard to put your heart on someone.

Though it is just as this young, but old heart fears of being alone if it does not try..

Why?

There is so much that it can do, so much that it desires.

It burns for love.

Is their someone out their who needs a heart?

Who needs a heart?

This one is on fire.

Can someone be it's water to just cool it off?

To keep it out of ones stomach, and take it higher.

It is clear that this has no plan to conspire.

“Although in the end... For those that know my heart.... They know I am talking about mine, and I wish one day that someone takes it, or one day that I find her.

Author's Note

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