The sharp
jagged
hole
left open
and
empty
right in the
middle of
my chest
where you stole it
stole it
underneath
my gaze
you ran like
a thief
gently cradling
the fragile organ
and
i wept
as you hid
it
in the
box
and i wept
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A stolen heart can be very painful. How can you mend a broken heart? Hopefully the pain will subside with time. A thoughtful write. Keep penning.