Glass Kisses

Glass kisses,
from broken smiles,
and chapped hearts.
Delicate, but worthless.
Pretty, but tasetless.

Right now they are smooth,
and without any marks,
but with a strike,
they could be broken,
as broken as the heart that carries them.
Jagged,
they could stab you at the touch.

The heart,
is chapped from the December wind,
as sharp as shards of fallen glass.

The smile,
is just a mask,
for a deep darkness,
that no one can see.
Forced smiles,
will have to break.

The cracked heart was sewn up with the thinnest of thread,
only leaving a scar,
where nobody can see it.
Because the broken smile is pasted on the tiered face,
and the heart is taken off of the sleave and neatly put away.
And the glass kisses are just a cover for everything she wants to say.