Hearts that do not break,
That do not shatter into a million pieces,
They do not tear, or blacken, or grow cold.
Hearts that smile so big they prop you up,
That beat so hard they fight for you,
Hearts that see truths you refuse.
Hearts that only build walls for others,
That never surrender.
Hearts, like precious metal,
Stronger after the fire.
That refuse to go to the dark side when all you want is to take it all away.
Hearts that live outside of us if they have to,
When the inside is all poison and bile.
The heart of a mother,
Heart like the sun.
The kind worn on a sleeve,
That never learns,
That runs head first into battle.
A heart that tears but sows itself back together.