I drive by so many cars,
I wish you were in one of them,
But you are as far as the stars,
And I couldn't reach you even if I tried.
My heart beats a tune for you,
An orchestrated symphony of brass,
For you make me bleed red when I'm blue,
And all I am is a walking piece of glass.
So sharp and wickedly dangerous,
I could fall and break under myself,
But it was you who held me painless,
And fragile was my past self.
Your palms suffered cuts from my jagged edges,
But you never complained,
For it was your heart that fell like hedges,
Broken, cut down and torn to shreds.
Without a single complaint,
You held my thorn filled heart,
And picked at the thorns,
To make me a better person.