The hunger within
Can’t break the fast
You broke my heart
You were the last
For time will pass
I will grow old
But the way you loved me
‘Twas so cold
So cold it burns
It leaves a scar
So precious and clean
Carved by a tsar
The hurt within
Will come to my grave
The hurt within
It makes me a slave
A broken heart
The worst pain felt
But the games not over
More cards to be dealt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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