My heart of Glass, is breaking, breaking, this pain will not pass,
is breaking,
breaking,
this pain will not pass,
of a heart sorely aching.
I cannot erase from my heart, sweet memories of you, thy tongue sharp as a dart my poor heart eschew. white-hot flame sharply stinging from the heart of glass inside you,
I cannot erase from my heart, sweet memories of you, thy tongue sharp as a dart my poor heart eschew. white-hot flame sharply stinging from the heart of glass inside you,
life sent reeling.
With acid tongued bombast left with tangy verbosity nagging, thru eternities will last, persistently driving, hot discordant blast to the brink pushing
hearing again my waterloo's from the past.
A heart of glass makes a cutting argument, enflicting deep pain, on destruction hell-bent, knowing not how to refrain. A heart of glass in withering abasement, shatters shards of fiery disdain, into battered soul absorbent,
fondly loving the pain.
Our heart of glass love, vulnerable and nakedly explicit, is a see-through love on the brink of fiery pit. It flys on the wings of a dove, to a heart of glass broken and split, when push comes to shove.
There comes a time abiding love must commit, to unabashed declaration of love, bursting with overindulged passion surfeit, Tho one-sided love In the end does not fit. in love's togetherness treasure trove, hearts of glass abruptly quit.
For so long beside me you lay cold, lying still as stone beside me in dreams, ice forming as the night grows bold, and burning passion screams. Heart of glass could not allow lovewright, the touch of earthly arms warm, longing to enfold the good fight, of passion foresworn.
Hear the soft sighing night, silent whispers of love unspoken, giving devotion of a heart of glass,
fondly loving the pain.
Our heart of glass love, vulnerable and nakedly explicit, is a see-through love on the brink of fiery pit. It flys on the wings of a dove, to a heart of glass broken and split, when push comes to shove.
There comes a time abiding love must commit, to unabashed declaration of love, bursting with overindulged passion surfeit, Tho one-sided love In the end does not fit. in love's togetherness treasure trove, hearts of glass abruptly quit.
For so long beside me you lay cold, lying still as stone beside me in dreams, ice forming as the night grows bold, and burning passion screams. Heart of glass could not allow lovewright, the touch of earthly arms warm, longing to enfold the good fight, of passion foresworn.
Hear the soft sighing night, silent whispers of love unspoken, giving devotion of a heart of glass,
fragile as the night,
so easily broken.
The heart of glass is gone,
left mid lightning and thunder,
left me adreaming in new morning dawn
on a new dawn of wonder.
Left is my heart of glass pawn,
a destitute song to plunder
of a once bright love gone wrong,
tossed carelessly asunder.
