On your warmth fragile hearts do flow.
Inflated lust floats them just,
And hope shields them from their woe.
But with each new light jealous blight
Threatens the drag of undertow.
Hearts once so stout start to crack and rust with doubt.
Just the same each new night
Loving caresses help to mend each seam.
As hands of the clock tick across its face
Fragile hearts try to find their place
Lest they be caught in the undertow.
Scratch and claw, they fight.
Hope starts to fade to dust, and now they know.
Each has tried with all their might
To fight the grip of undertow.
Grasping breath drowned in doubt,
They start to lash out
As they found their vessel wasn't sound,
And now they know that it's a joke
To think their boat could float on hope alone.
So they wander back to the shore and mourn,
Fragile hearts in pieces torn.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To debs for being the only girl who didn't have to beg me for the d