My heart is broken beyond repair,
But you don’t care, for you walked away,
Without a sigh or a backward glance,
Having no chance to see all my tears.
I haunt the street where you now reside.
I have no pride for you’ve broken me.
Your shadow that I see on the blind
Torments my mind, brings back memories.
Does he now love you, will he be true?
I worshipped you, my angel; my queen.
Suddenly you found someone new,
I’m left to rue all those wasted years.
heart throbing........nice poem.........well penned. thanks for sharing it, irene.
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I would like to translate this poem
Heartache is a terminal disease that will eaten up one's soul, as well.I can feel it too Irene.