f we are all so free
Why then, did you stop me
That night
When under the guise of a grueling fight
Which was frankly speaking unbridled delight
Of a searing love we felt and its might
From venturing out in the darkness
Of alleys, blindfolded
At the mercy of mid night?
The keys that you took
Were not of the doors
But those that led to my heart
As I begged you for them.
And then I stopped
Realizing the futility
Surrendering to the desire of longing
And belonging
Unlocking, then locking
The way to your heart.
As I remembered
How I shattered
The bottles and the glass
To stop you from venturing
Out after the fight.
Pieces of my heart
Now reside in a bin
On the sides of a dark road
And I had tried desperately
To collect the pieces
That one night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pieces of heart are symbols of grief in life in poem wonderfully presented in a nice way. Wonderful poem.