Fragile Hearts

A glass house

In the middle of the woods

A relationship was built on

Stones thrown tough

A happy home 

They thought it would be not this rough,

But when passerby's saw the glass

They couldn't resist because for months

They could hear the arguments

Coming from within

So they added fuel to the fire

And threw stones of their own

Even threw some under garments,

Why they could not understand

Because what goes on within that couples life

Was mean to be

For what others were not to see

They were no longer here to be,

The depths of love therefore are fragile

Though the heart made of glass

This is what sometimes happens

Behind closed doors

Should not be within reach of outsiders.

Reviews

[Ohhhwillow]

You have a great framework here Tarry, I love the idea of a remote glass house. Outsiders think they can see through the transparent walls, but regardless of how things look, or sound to the rest of the world, there are unknown depths even the greatest divers could not know - that we ourselves sometimes do not even know. In short, this is a stunning concept. If I'm being critical, I would say that this may work better with breaks in the stanzas, and slightly more focus on flow. Particularly the line "they thought it would be not this tough" , is a bit over thought in my opinion, and could be simplified to fit into an apt rhythm

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you Willow

[Sami Khalil]

I think you are becoming an accomplished author...Bravo

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you so much Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Lover Of Words]

Absolutely amazing. Love it. Has a lot of meaning in one poem. Great job my aunt

[Tarry Franck]

Thanks for the help dear

[Lover Of Words]

oh that was nothing... You did most of the work i just finished it for you... Three little lines