Heart.
Why can't I fix you?
He sprinkled his blackness all over my heart like rain coming down from the sky.
Where is the tape so I can mend my heart?
Is it lost in his soul where the black hole hides or is it in the girl's heart who he longs everynight like a kid longs for candy.
I guess I will never know
nice... the anguish is very well brought out... I too have a similar problem with my heart... do read my poem Dear Heart..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ohhh you twitched a correct string in my heart... It happens: (