What is your tim, trái tim like?

~Poem~

Sometimes my tim, trái tim is made of stone.
So no one can touch it hoặc feel it beating,
hoặc even break it.
I like it when I can't feel pain hoặc hurt hoặc emotions.
I feel happy with a tim, trái tim made of stone.

Sometimes my tim, trái tim is made of glass.
And it becomes easy to break,
and it is most of the time cracked and broken.
And if bạn touch it, it could shatter into a million pieces.
I don't like it when my tim, trái tim is made of glass.

Sometimes my tim, trái tim is cold.
When it's cold know can touch hoặc wants to,
It becomes every closed and shut away from the world.
I don't like hoặc hate it when my tim, trái tim is made of stone.

Sometimes my tim, trái tim is hot.
It's angry and mad and when bạn touch it,
It burns.
No one likes me when my tim, trái tim is hot.
And I don't like me nether.

Sometime my tim, trái tim is made of,
Stone hoặc glass,
hoặc it's cold hoặc hot,
but in the end there all me and if bạn can't handle that,
Then your not the one for me.

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So what is your tim, trái tim like? Is it cold and dark hoặc hot and untouchable? Is it stone hoặc glass hoặc something more?