Tainted Hearts

It’s given with ease at times without a second thought
Most endearing to others but it's taunted & torn apart
We attempt to protect, shield and become cold in nature
Disregarding its purpose producing life but consistently in danger
Fragile as glass at times worn openly on our sleeve
Love is where it dwells obtaining air for it to breathe

It lays heavy in feeling when not comforted to a degree
Like a heavy weight restraining from completely being free
Becoming unsentimental to affection & bitter towards relief
Unacceptable towards mending becoming fonder to its grief
Rigid around its core in the same way as damaged rose petals
Unfamiliar towards soothing gestures delaying wounds to settle

Will it find its way home to consoling and vibrant features
Away from its hardening, scanty and meager type of creature
It was developed to be radiant, delightful and gentle in composure
Not suitable for twist, tangles and furious mishandled type of exposure
Its thumping and pounding is dimmer in need of devoted rejuvenation
Something different from its frosty and non-embraced usual situation