You took my heart
out of your hand
and threw it in a dark closet
with no light
Every once in a while
you come back
and open the closet just an inch
letting a little light in
Pretty soon I'm obcessed
ernestly waiting for the next time you open it
giving me a glimpse of the happiness I used to have
but when it's dark
I sit there
Slowly wasting away
as you go about
having fun
without me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem