I'm holding my heart
it's out on my sleeve.
Losing grip,
it's barely hanging on.
Looking back to the nights
I dread the most.
The night
you stole my heart away.
The night you gave it back.
Watching my heart,
as each thread pulls away.
It's barely hanging on.
It's worn. It's torn.
It's unfixable.
It shattered as it crashed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem