Broken Up
Deep Inside
I cried out these eyes.
My heartache,
My pain
All factors in this game.
To tell you the truth now
Would be a waste of time.
To tell you the truth now
I would consider it a crime.
Behind my blue eyes
I hide pain and grief,
But also a type of relief.
To have you now
Would be a bad choice of mine
Because now I have found
What was rightfully mine.
I think of you
Every now and then,
But now your Memory holds no Sin.
Poem inspired by
Kelly Clarkson's Song
'Behind These Hazel Eyes'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem