I'm Being Sifted
I'm being sifted like wheat from the chaff
Except what's remaining is not the better half
You tore my heart out and threw it on the floor
Left there...not wanted anymore
Not that there was still a beat for you
But will I ever be able to love anew
Will these bits of empty shell
Ever be able to feel the rushing swells
Will I cry for pure ecstasy and joy
Or will these tears be left to destroy
28 Sept 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem