For whom my heart used 2 beat.
For whom I used 2 live.
She tore my feelings like it was a sheet of paper.
But these feelings kept on going deeper and deeper.
Her love was like earthquake, followed by tsunami.
Destroying everything in its path, but this time victim was only me.
May b it was my fault loving her more than anything else.
She is queen, queen of the evil’s world hunting people’s heart.
U can tease; u can laugh looking at my tears.
Stab me with a knife at my back, now, ever pain I can bear.
If still I won’t die then shoot me right in my heart.
That’s the place where u lived, now take it apart.
If still u aren’t happy than give my heart to vultures.
Oops m sorry. I forgot eating heart is one of your cultures.
Days will go, months will pass, and years will come to an end.
I have lost everything in this battle I don’t have anything to defend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'eating heart is one of your cultures' wow well said...