A/N: Hey guys, thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated, always.
I hate a heart perfect and new.
Still encased, protected within,
Even the taps inside are few,
a soul's beating hammers too thin.
Untouched hearts have no guarantee,
a welcome fire instead of frost.
Rather winter expected be,
and voices within sealed and lost.
Broken hearts that know shame and pain,
splinters driven, pieces torn out .
Through cracks and tears voices regain,
rings the sweet soul's freedom devout.
For how free now were the broken,
better than the heart unspoken.