In this prison for broken hearts
I am surrounded by walls made of tears
I am a criminal whose only crime
was falling in love with you
but you left me to be in the arms of another
I hate you and yet I cannot love another
now my heart is at the morgue in a body bag
I feel like I’ve lost something I never had
I still love you and I know that’s wrong
but yet it feels so right
now i sit here counting the countless days
hoping that somehow my love for you will fade
they say a heart is as frail as a bubble
its made of millions of delicate pieces
and love is the clue that keeps
those pieces together.
hey everyone i hope you enjoy this poem as much as much as i did.you can check out my other poems on this website.thamks for reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The contradictions of love. Well written!