Reaching out to touch, To make some contact, Trying desperatly to feel, Something caring, something warm... But I feel nothing. There is nothing there, No longer is there love, No longer is there caring, There is now only emptiness, Where there once was warmth. Your heart cannot be reached, I cannot be felt, Cannot be contacted, For it is now dead, Killed by all that it took in. All the darkness, All the unmitigated hate, Everything unpure, Your heart absorbed, Shielding those around you. But now it is no longer, Now it is dead, It died for all those who didn't appreciate it, For all those who gave birth to that, Which destroyed it.
Reason for writing:
no reason really
Birth sign: Leo
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