Heart of Glass

                        The one thing that worries me the most when I open my chest and hand them my heart to hold, that's they'll leave cracks in their hands so it could fall out of their hands. Only to brake my heart of glass. I try to keep it locked up in chains and an icey cage. Sometimes, a problem comes though. They melt away the ice and unlock the keys, just to pick it up and down it shattered on the floor. They get a few cuts of their feet, but I'm the one who suffers, too cry. Having no heart. That's the problem when I have a heart of glass.