Cleaning My Heart.

I have a job to do today. I'll throw the useless things away. So I walk into my room, and throw away some things once new. I throw away the useless toys, and CD's, all the useless noise. I throw away the memories, and things-so meaningless to me. The only things that I should keep are things that mean a thing to me. So, I'm cleaning the inside, and throwing away all the lies. I throw away some parts to me that later I will likely need. All I keep is poetry, and small things understood by me. All things meaningless to thee, and so, YOU find my room empty.