I own a glass heart.
Intricate in detail, and shines proudly.
In the dark...
The crystal remains nothing more than a cold piece of rock..
But when filled with another's light, the rock becomes more than just a rock.
The heart glows, shines, and dances it's light onto nearby objects.
Truly, a beautiful sight..
But when the dark comes back...
My heart and I are nothing more than stone..
About Me
- Elocrocker
- Words are powerful things. Whether the story is written for entertainment, educational, or for personal/psychological reasons, all words can leave an impact upon someone else's life.
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