The Girl With The Glass Heart.

The girl with the glass heart. You would think a glass heart Would be a fragile thing. Easily broken Shattered into pieces With careless words. When all of her Loved all of him All those curves All those edges Those perfect imperfections But glass is sharp When broken into pieces She cut herself With the pieces of her heart. Pain to deal with pain Until she knew Forged by flame Tempered by heat Put back together with the perfect glue. Glass is strong and resilient. Now with pride With her glass heart Scarred inside and out No longer the Queen of Cups She is the Queen of Glass Swords