Oozing from my bleeding heart
You tiny ruddy drops of blood
Drenching my soul as you pour
Deep down from my heart’s core…
He broke my heart
Ripped it apart
And as he left my ‘tender’ hand
Did he ever care where the pieces land?
‘Morrow if he comes here to see
Tell him that am no more ME
For if my lips doth fail to utter
Tell him my life hath cleared its clutter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. I have a feeling u never had a heart break.