Can two unlike hearts ever find each other?
Out of sight and even out of time.
Or is life just a teasing game?
That tickles the mind to madness.
The tragedy of losing the one she loved again,
Is too costly.
But could fate deal her a better hand?
Always the loser,
Always finishing last,
This her reality.
She feels the pain of a hundred winters,
The icy cold,
Gripping her from the outside in.
There goes her warm cheeks,
She reminds herself,
Swearing allegiance to sorrow.
Shunning even a glimmer of joy,
To make way for bountiful sadness.
Her heart like glass,
Breaks yet rejoins,
Makes it thicker,
Sheltered from the world,
Away from hurt,
And even love.