Heart made of coal,
Is cold and ******,
No emotions ever pump themselves in it.

A heart that is a feather,
Its so light; weightless,
Because there are no emotions, holding it down.

Empty and hollow, on the inside,
No one dares to even try,
To fill it up with something.

Words carved in it of past emotions,
Because there are no longer any emotions,
In this old empty heart.