Hi to all those out there. Thanks for reading my poem, it might've not really been worth a comment, but that doesn't matter. Just wanted to share...
This is not really a continuation, it just was pointless putting it up separately:
I ask you; How can you give your heart to someone?
Especially if you don't know if you had one to give one in the first place?
What is love, and what is life?
A very depressing scholar once said that "Love is just a myth that men make up so they don't become insane in this torturous and pointless life."
Is that true? I don't believe so, but do you?