Who are we to say that Tinman lacks a heart?
he has no beating...

It's been a long time,
are you still torn apart...

I move, unreserved
all of life spontaneous...

~~compunctions: regrets, second-thoughts...
could it be...

...there is only you...
Eccentric is your aura...

Your callous heart is crying
condemning...

I'm sorry but I really have to...

Don't worry, don't distress;
for in shadows there he stays...

~i wanted to make my own poetry style,
~rhyme scheme: bbA-ccA-ddA...

Who am i
to tell you that i love you...

~i may have been blind, deaf, mute, crippled and...
meant for more...

One look
to say all there is to say...