I use to believe in something, something I use to hold close, that shall remain, but soon slipt away.
I kept looking for it, in every eye, everywhere.
Emotions don't stay long, but soon kept a secret.
As I keep searching, I had been starting to turn into pieces,
cried every tear, but I didn't care,
I knew I had to keep looking for it.
It's been two years and I still haven't found it.
I just wish I could find my heart somewhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem