Deep.
Inside my heart.
There was a place just for you.
To reside with a permanence.
I had then believed,
My forever with you was true.
Deep.
We kept our love in secret place.
But secretly with another,
On me you played.
To then push me aside.
As if distasteful leftover gravy.
And surprisingly enough,
Not a single tear did I cry.
Nor did my heart feel crushed.
In fact...
What you did woke me up.
To know,
Your deceit won't keep me from sleep.
What I felt for you was deep.
But no one takes the keys of my heart.
To think they can return,
When they've been burned by someone else.
With it believed,
I am left feeling wounded.
Awaiting to use a key.
To discover,
I don't suffer or run after fools.
Nor do I block my heart,
To stop the feeling of love.
I change the lock on it.
And stay prepared to give another key.
That's it.
Once a fool chooses to be identified as one,
That can not be changed.
But a lock on a heart,
With a key to someone to give...
Should immediately be changed.
And never allow to rust.
Awaiting for a fool to return.
To someone they believe is stupid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very deep poem, Great write.