Stained Glass Windows
I’m cold when it’s cold outside,
But do my best to keep the cold from coming in.
You only notice when you touch my surface.
Is it enough?
I’m warm when it’s warm outside,
The stains as you so nicely put it,
Are what keeps out the seemingly unbearable heat,
by the way you seem to hide inside the shelter I provide.
I will let you in on a secret.
If ever I am to be broken,
I might not cut whoever was responsible
But,
if I am to harm anyone,
it will be the one that tries to lift me from theplace I've fallen
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