Darkness are my days of youth
Opened my heart to a ripper of hearts
After she ripped and shuttered my heart into countless pieces.
I was left alone in the cold rain of December
Lovers in umbrellas passed me by as I gathered my heart's broken pieces.
Sat alone on a table for two on Christmas eve
With no one to tell "Marry Christmas "
My desert was bitter and sour
My heart is recovering
But I still worry for my heart
I will never open my heart again
I have locked it inside a cage
And it shall be kept there
Until that faithful day comes
When the soul meant for mine
Comes and frees my heart from its cage
And my heart will know love again...
Benson Buiswalelo S.
A good start with a nice poem, Benson. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great start sir. Good poem.