A Heartless Fool
I keep writing poetry off my heart. I keep sending pieces of my heart to people i have never even seen. "One day," someone told me, "You'll be a heartless fool". But its only natural that I be this way. Loving and giving everything (and even sometimes hurting myself in the process), for love itself.
How strange, how odd can humans be. Specially one like me, but hey, loving people and giving my heart awayis part of me, its who i am. And hopefully one day, I have given/recieved enough pieces of hearts... and still not be "A heartless fool".