My heart of glass is warped and cracked,
It's on its last legs and I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that if I venture too far into this cave, my wick'll burn out and I will be enslaved in this tomb of black for the rest of my days, with no way out, and no way back.

But could you be so kind as to leave the light on?

I do not know when my heart of sand began to vitrify into a heart of glass, but now I wish that it'd just smash.

I was afraid, but then your eyes met mine and I realized that I was not alone in this cave.
And if I died right now then that's just okay, cause my heart of glass would remain intact for you to find.

Do with it as you please, use it as a coaster or put it on your mantlepiece, but please, please don't ever break it.


Pt. 2

Once I loved a girl who told me that she wasn't the girl for me, and I wanted to tell her that she was wrong even though I knew that she was right.

Would you call me lonely? Or just a bit unsuccessful? I know what you're thinking, it's alright.

But is it so wrong to love someone that you can't ever have when you know that it's right?

Is it so wrong to love someone who makes you cry?

Is it so wrong, when you know that it's right?