heartless

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I have a heart

What is my heart you may ask?

my heart is sweet, kind and full of love

I can feel emotions

but I cannot handle the pain I receive from them

why must we have a heart?

why am I in so much pain from one object that is contained inside of my body?

I have been stabbed multiple times

in the back, in the front and unknowingly

how much more can my heart take?

this is something I cant keep mending

each day I feel my heart shatter, crumble and tighten

my heart is on a silver platter

and some decide that they must deoxygenate my heart from its silver platter

to rip its heartstrings, and torture me

I'm unable to continue this way

and to be honest, why should I?

some will hurt my heart and watch it struggle and crumble

what is my heart you ask?

well love it is slowly becoming heartless

and with my heart and others' hearts on a gold platter...


I CAN'T LIE

I think this is one of the poems that I wrote that I don't like.

this poem explains that one pure heart can become ruined and not any any love left in it to give therefore becoming heartless

BUT ANYWAYS

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I love you, my love

have a great day or night and drink some hot chocolate

BYE

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