Solid Rock Heart

I wrote this little bit on an especially angry night where I was hating my gift of caring and only wished that I could be more like guys who could simply go out, have fun and not have a care for the people they might be hurting in the process.  I think it explains how felt that night.  When I was confused and angry at the men in my life.

Sometimes I wish I had a solid rock heart

A heart that didn’t feel

But was cold as ice

And hard to touch

Love would be a word, not in my dictionary

 

Men would simply be material

Like cotton, silk, or wool

One man could be practical

One would be fancy and fun

While another could play a simple role

Of keeping me warm from chills inside

 

I would feel nothing for men

I would simply discard them like a used rag

Because I would have a solid rock heart

And wouldn’t care for them

With their tender hearts

So easy to hurt