By Dru Macasieb
Frozen hearts don’t break,
They can only melt,
No emotions it takes,
True pain it has felt…
Hearts that have been spoiled,
Are hard to ripen back,
Their roots must be soiled,
And love must not lack…
Hearts made of stone,
Are hard to get through,
Their pasts are unknown,
But they leave a clue…
Hearts made of wood,
Can easily burn,
You see it’s no good,
Without a lesson learned…
Hearts made of glass,
Are often broken more,
They look into the past,
Often leave the door…
Which heart do you have?
Dru's Desk 