Once it was love that burst from you
like a small explosion
saturating me, keeping me warm
once that was true, then you moved on
I still think of you
here in my solitude
four years gone by
and still I try
to put the pieces
of my heart back in place
you killed me a thousand times
yet I still cant die
And still I try
to put it all back in place
I burned your pictures
but I cant lose your face
no horror can compare
to when you left me there
and I still cant die
and still I try
to put the pieces back in place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem