Made of
Hold me gently, for I may break,
slight pressure, and I begin to tear.
Embrace me warmly, for I may freeze,
I'm brittle as ice, without you there.
A fall from grace, would do me in,
I'm made of weak delicate webs.
I'd be torn, by winds of harsh words,
I'm built of the softest threads.
A hard touch, I'd shatter to a million peices,
I'm made of frozen glass, and a crack has it's start.
I'm to be held, not stomped, or put on a shelf,
I'm made of...........heart.
slight pressure, and I begin to tear.
Embrace me warmly, for I may freeze,
I'm brittle as ice, without you there.
A fall from grace, would do me in,
I'm made of weak delicate webs.
I'd be torn, by winds of harsh words,
I'm built of the softest threads.
A hard touch, I'd shatter to a million peices,
I'm made of frozen glass, and a crack has it's start.
I'm to be held, not stomped, or put on a shelf,
I'm made of...........heart.
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