Broken though you hold me togather
Promises that are empty.
Love as a song...soon to go off.
My heart is the wounded petals you asked for.
Be gental
For they are hurting.
Smiles and soft words of protection...
The moment you looked away the petals fell from your strong hold
They grew into glass...solid as rock.
Clear to the other side.
I love it because that is exactly what happend. I am solid as rock but i am open to all who look.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful! I love it :)