from a broken heart to a brick wall

That fragile thing
        known as the heart
It will release the biggest
           streams
It will use the chest
       to absorb oval drops
It will burst the biggest soundless roars
     It will breakdown the strongest
Leave  you spineless
     have you torturing yourself
   the mending pain
The in the out
         the stitching the gluing
   the visible scars
The resentment. Moments
      To the naked eye
the bearer of those wounds
      the end results brick layering
Pure soul
       crucified by love