The Drabbles of a Young Mind

Empty Hearts and Christmas Tragedies

What good is love on an empty heart?

Why waste your time on

Something that will never start?

You give and you give,

While I'll just take it all

Without a hint of remorse

Because my heart's just that small

Now I'm not the Grinch

And you're not from Whoville

My heart's not getting any bigger

Try all you want, 

That's not changing soon

Do us both a favor,

And don't aim for the moon

Because you WILL miss, 

But you won't land amongst the stars

You'll just fall harder and faster

Than you ever have before

And I don't want to be held responsible,

For your burns,

The cuts and scars 

Left over from the fiery inferno,

You mistook for love and devotion.