Black Heart

My Heart

Black as ink.
Cold as winter.
Brittle as ice.
This is my heart.
I only wish,
for a warm wind to pass by,
to blow away the walls,
that surround my heart.
No on is allowed in,
but I want them to come in.
To realize I'm more,
than what is on the outside.
But of course,
no one can see past the frown.
Or the dark eyes that show all my pain.
I'm trapped,
in this cold dark fortress,
called my heart.