Becoming Heartless

cold January days of last year set on fire this year by my wrath in the quit snowy days i fell in love; young , stupid and blind ignorance turned to truth and with in the summer my vision became more clear ... Growing from a girl to a woman is hard not as hard as i expected it to be. my visions of love floated so carelessly in my head now there deflated by the reality of love .... love is a fictional feeling i seen really beautiful love once in the eyes of mothers in the eyes of my brothers and sisters but to see that kind of love in the eyes of another man i failed to see .... growing up i became colder and colder till i busted through the ice with my raging anger and once that simmered down i was nothing more but ice again. ... my heart has became so cold im afraid that ill never know the difference between love and lust lust that i try and fill the holes with that remain endless moments like this i need to feel something real instead of false touches and endless lies