People like to treat my heart like sugar
No more than a grain that they throw away
Something that they can't get enough of
Some are in love
Some hate it
My heart is like a big ice cube
It once started whole
But with each play
My heart started to melt and disappear
My heart is like a glass vase
I am filled with roses
You break me and get cut by one of my thorns
You break me and you smell the sweet scent that was once me
My heart is like a bomb
You mess with me and I will go off
If you never touch me I will do you no harm
My heart is a hornet's nest
Poke me with a stick and I will sting you with no end
My heart is a honey suckle
Taste me and I will fill you with sweetness.