She gave me a withering look
She showed contempt
She flashed her eyes and I took the hint
He rolled his eyes when I rolled my cigarettes
I thought she was the Gorgon but I didn’t check.
She looked daggers
If looks could kill
She screwed her eyes up by as I screwed my courage up
He stared at me non-stop while I gave the lecture.
I wish my heart were made of iron or steel
I could be alive but never feel.
Made of glass my heart could crack and break
My tongue would fail my mind make its mistakes
A plastic heart could deal with feelings cheap
But such heart could never hold the deep
Shall I freeze and turn to metal strong
But then I could not love or not for long.
Which is worse to bleed and suffer pain
Or turn to steel and never feel again?
I cannot choose I do not know what’s worst
May our human hearts survive uncursed