On your warmth fragile hearts do flow. Inflated lust floats them just and hope shields them from their woe. But with each new light jealous blight threatens to drag them under tow. Hearts once so stout start to crack and rust with doubt. Just the same each new night loving caresses help to mend each seam. As hands of the clock tic across the face fragil hearts try to find their place lest be caught in the under tow. Scratch and claw they fight. Hope starts to fade to dust and now they know. Each has tried with all their might to fight the tow. Grasping breath drowned in doubt they start to lash out. As they found their vessel wasn't sound and know they know for its a joke to think their boat could float on hope alone. So they wander back to the bank fragil hearts torn<br /><br />Isaac Dutton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragile-hearts-flow/
