My heart�s not made of stone.
No granite
or marble
or even rose quartz.
Not like a tomb.
Not like the sidewalk,
upon which you ride your bicycle.
No wheels upon my heart.
It is no countertop
or chopping block
or place to plant your feet.
Kindly don�t walk upon my heart.
It may crumble
like a small lump of dirt
you may have mistook for a pebble as a child.