Death Of The Heart Poem by Jonas Goncalves

I / Passion

I never met someone
who I could fall in love with
– abandoned, it was what I said,
trying to fool the organ.

Crazy is the foreigner's heart
who I allow myself to fall in love with,
even if I've already been born
with dead heart
– peaceful, it was what she said,
trying not to delude me.

Hollow is the lady's heart
who pretended to love without being loving
– convinced, it was what I said,
trying to forget her.

I never met you sentimentally,
because in life, we have to go and find
the best of each day
which fills empty of our hearts,
otherwise, we will die unhappy
– charmed, it was what she said.

II / Consideration

I died with
what people appreciate a lot,
and gradually I realize how
irrelevant my despair was.

Gratitude is maybe what I must feel...
although there's a bigger feeling.

III / Promise

I'll walk through lonely streets,
trying to forget what I felt
while I expect infinity of my heart
finish and change to better.