I had a glass onion in my chest,
You don't need to peel apart;
Look and you could see my fear,
Each tier a by-gone lover,
Through transparent scars.
Today I've a transplanted heart,
One fashioned from polyethylene;
Kick it, slap it til it drips red,
Bruised and bullied, wrinkled and bled.
It won't crack,
It can't break,
I've got it framed
To keep it safe
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
I had a glass onion in my chest,
You don't need to peel apart;
Look and you could see my fear,
Each tier a by-gone lover,
Through transparent scars.
Today I've a transplanted heart,
One fashioned from polyethylene;
Kick it, slap it til it drips red,
Bruised and bullied, wrinkled and bled.
It won't crack,
It can't break,
I've got it framed
To keep it safe
