I’m sorry, they lied to you
Your heart isnt made of gold
I’m afraid, It is a lie most commonly told.
Your heart is made of velvet, vulnerable and soft.
Those who boast invincible
Are liars who should be scoffed
It is unavoidable,
The tearing of the heart,
So when you’re left in pieces, it is often hard to know where to start.
But there is a tailor,
Whose trade it is to mend.
I’m sure If you’ll ask him, a hand he will lend.
And then you will be
Stitched together by mercy and grace.
And better off you’ll be, in this world you must face.
By the Brooke 