I have a heart of steel
It's terrible your right
My dads heart was iron
And my moms was malachite
One may have thought
A steel heart a blessing
And to be fair
It did keep me guessing
But my heart of steel
Is cold and unforgiving
Whisking away
What you would call living
I feel nothing
Unless it takes away from me
God forbid there are tears
For I don't float I bleed
I do want to love you
But your just like an elk
Hunting you down
With the bullets on my belt
But I don't really need them
Despite their new use
For though the bullets are iron
Steel ties a noose
YOU ARE READING
Poetry made by me
PoesíaAs a person that's just generally depressed all the time I write a lot of poetry, and because of this I need a place to not only dump all of it, but also got lots of praise because I'm a wench for attention, just the kind of poetry you can show your...
