tender heart

Turns hate into love, her soul is pure and kind. her young, tender heart, always crushed at the hands of a man, crumbled into a pile she falls to her knees so quick to pick up the scattered pieces, with tears in her eyes, tape in one hand and glue in the other, she gets to work rebuilding her heart from scratch once again, this time it’s more far more tender, more heavy, the slightest words will bring it to an ache.