Cold Hearts.

Iced from love.

Cold to the truth.

Ice walls surrounding like a one sided-mirror.

The inside sees through as though they were all windows.

While the outside is blind from it all.

Little do they know that the heart is iced to the core.

Blocking anything and everything.

A heart in its own, isolated world.

Never sure by choice or by too many hits and slashes.

For the scars are still visible.

Lonely and never to love again.

Yet it seems a worthy price to pay.

For pain cannot penetrate the icy walls.

Even if a cold heart could feel pain,

Most of it would slip on the ice.

Love will freeze in its place.

Trying to soothe the icicles stuck to the core of the heart.

Yet it still gets caught.

And the icy  air that breezes to and from the lungs stops it.

As it becomes yet another icicle.

Frozen in its tracks.

Frozen and stuck.

Love always turns to pain

As it attaches itself to the core of one of the many cold hearts.

That are just too cold to be thawed out.

Human dignity + compassion= Peace.