It's easy,
To have a heart
Of stone.
When yours,
Has already grown cold.
Its simple,
To have no heart at all.
When yours,
Is already
On the fall.
Nothing can stop
My rotten heart.
Because no one knows
Where it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes no one knows where's one's heart, but It cannot be hide by the owner..... heart, soul and mind are like a lamp even if you put it under your bed the light will shine, and for sure one will find it someday.