All must be perfect
The scars of imperfection
They haunt me again

Hearts
There are many.

There are those
That are soft
And fuzzy

There are those
That are hard
And cold

There are those
That are cracked
And broken

There are those
That are whole
And warm

There are those
That never
Skip a beat

There are those
That hold
A storm

Every heart,
Differently made

Some of them
Are made of ice,

Some of them
Are made of fire.

Some made up
Of all things nice

Others carved out of
Stone

Treasure your heart
It's more precious
Than gold

Cause sometimes
Some of us
Just have
None

came up with this analogy with you and I swear it cheers me up every time I think of it

:-) is such a misleading face.

one

Let's just say that
:-) is Tom Riddle
and
:) is Voldemort
Same being,
but they exist as different people,
different statuses,
different motives and
their existence have different effect on people.

two

:-) is the face of a snowman
: are the eyes
- is that dry, swollen carrot
) it the smile the children the children put on to the snowman's face because they love their snowman to look happy

how does it feel though,
when it's alone in the wide field of snow and cold probably without anyone else to accompany them?

how does it feel
when it watches children play in the beautiful winter snow and can't join in
when the only thing is can do is watch and risk getting attacked

how does it feel
when it leads such a transient and short life
and all it does is stand there quietly

that's when you came in*

how does it feel
when it sees the smiles put on children's faces,
feeling their warmth and delight
as they play among the soft white blanket of winter chill,
when it listens to the melodious festive songs
playing in the neighborhood
soothing its soul,
when the aroma of the warm food
wafts through the air and
lands on its lovely carrot nose with a silent hiss?

**blessed.