Cove's Corner
I write poetry!
(Very Occasionally)
Cracking
I safeguard his secrets
but mine slip through the cracks
A kind man speaks cruelly
I just can't relax
Everyone means well
But intention means little
My heart's a mess
My soul is brittle
"It hurts!" I scream
But nobody hears
They hide their hearts
As they cover their ears
Cracking is inevitable
I suppose
When it's too much to bear
And nobody cares
I crack and snap
I wallow and rot
