Am I a piece of glass?
Too hot or cold to touch?
Is my every fault shown?
Am I a piece of glass?
Am I easily read?
Can you see right through me?
Am I a piece of glass?
Is my clear heart fragile?
Is that why I shatter?
Am I a nothing more than a piece of glass?
Really beautiful! You might like this:
https://postprodigal.com/2016/02/26/the-beauty-within-a-cracked-heart/
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