You ask me a question. Why can't I love? I reply with the truth my heart is broken. Its beyond the fix of repair. Damaged, shattered, and crumbled. It is incapable of functioning this emotion in any form of way. I walk, I breath, my heart still beats, but I am hollow, and alone. And that will never change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem