A heart lets you fall in love
knowing it will eventually just fly like a dove.
away from you leaving you to ache
as if drowning in a lake
of despair which infact is not rare for me.
But to hear the blare of her heart go out
to another makes me tumble about
following a route
that is certain to make me fall.
I find myself trying to call
out to her but no matter how hard I try
all I can do is sigh
and wait for my heart to break
so I can take
the pieces and attempt to mend
my heart so I can send
it out to another
under the same mistake
I continue to make
because I don't want to end up a drone
that lives alone with no one's love.
so here I sit like a dieing dove
that has fallen from above
only to hit the ground
and lay sound awaiting my coming fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem