So my heart got broke at last,
No surprise when it's made of glass.
Things could be worse, yes, I know;
To have love or to have love go.
Should I pretend it's made of stone
And work away my life all alone?
Maybe I'll temper it with steel
And forget what bliss it is to feel.
No, I know I'm not that smart.
Soon another end I will find to start.
By Anthony AJ Jackson