A heart is torn open,
A love is broken,
A life is empty,
With few words spoken.
The words are spoken,
Are what I appear?
Like the loss of your love,
Is the blank I fear?
Knowing you hate me,
Is a terrible fate?
I thought the there was hope,
But it was too late.
What is spoken is spoken,
And what is done is done,
I spoke without thinking,
And know you are gone.
I hope one day that I will
Earn your heart back
Because I still truly love you
And that us a fact.
Love, is a nice topic, it will come with different things those just make it complete Love will come with betray, a broken heart and hate....but i deny my assumptions here. Love is the thing that will remain in our heart A great work well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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