A delicate soul.
Crush it not with the miseries of the world.
Give it warmth, love, and attention.
It silently demands for a lot more.
Withering in pain, burning brighter than the flames
It steers clear from emotions.
‘cos it knows it will be drowned in them.
Jealousy pierces like a thousand knives.
So, it decides to turn into a stone.
With tears of ice in its eyes.
Into Words 