Her Heart is Melting
Her heart had become a stone settled in the darkest part of who she is.
It groaned for sunlight. Warmth.
She had covered it in a thick layer of ice.
It was unimaginably hardened and heavy.
But... he found it.
He wasn't afraid to touch it, to pick it up--
Does he see roses?
He sweetly glows through her night, thawing her heart.
She's melting.
And for once, her heart beats
As more than broken glass.
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.
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