An empty feeling,
Of being forsaken.
I’m not appealing,
My heart seems taken.
Gone! Not there anymore,
But it still thumps.
Slow steady and sore,
In my chest, it slumps.
Every beat does hurt,
Each more than the last.
No girl dared flirt,
Anywhere in my past.
My heart becomes cold,
When I see love.
For I have none to hold,
I’m below you, not above.
What is my heart?
A wound, unhealing.
Shattered from the start,
My heart is reeling.
An icy chill,
Slowly creeps from it,
And will one day fill,
My body to the pit.
Special thanks to Sandi Geisel
i love this poem... i know how you feel but cant express them the way you do! it's GREAT! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i was just speechless when i read this poem..it was just an amazing poem i truly loved it..10! ! ! ~Hazel G.E