I don't know what love feels like. I don't own the precious gift called a heart. Mines all tin.
I was warned to not want one cause all they do is cause harm but I don't see how. It's a beautiful gift.
Hearts let you love, treat people nice. Why wouldn't you want one? Then again what would I know?
I just wanna love someone you know? Not be hidden away in this tin and scared of losing my chance at love.
I'll feel love one day, I just know I will. Someone will overlook my tin frame and love me for who I am.
-Tin Man.
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intertwined.
Poetry"so shame on me for burning and shame on you for igniting the flame because I truly shouldn't be burning for someone who doesn't want to keep warm." excerpt from intertwined.
