What is your cuore like?

~Poem~

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

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

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

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

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

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So what is your cuore like? Is it cold and dark o hot and untouchable? Is it stone o glass o something more?