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another random poem
Which is the better name, a loveless or a heartless.
I say my name is loveless, but deep in my chest that I am a heartless.
The way when someone hits my chest it echos as if hollow, as if empty.
People who have actually heard of the nothingness think that I am a heartless sometimes.
Others wonder why it makes that sound.
But thous who actually can hear my heart, it is small and broken, but it is still there.
Though some try to put back togather, but only a few actually repair it with there caringness.
But they are out numbered by thous who want to destroy it.
Such is a price of a loveless, but my true name is a heartless.
But I know in my mind it is a lie and that I am a loveless.
One that barely feels love and/or able to give love.
I feel as if I barely show any love.
I feel as if I show lust.
But on febuary friday the 13th I found someone who changed it, and now all I feel is love and barely anymore lust.
So am I still a loveless, or am I a heartless, or am I blank that can change it's name.
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