You can see right through my glass heart
broken and shattered from pain
you dont believe that you broke it apart
when you played your little game
you can pick the pieces up off the floor
as you plead down on your knee
but sont forget the peices under the door
that no one else can see
you can tape the pieces together
tape them well enough to stay
i know the tape won't hold forever
but it's better off this way
how my heart is healing
you did a good job my friend
when it's done, i'll have back my feeling
so you can play with my heart again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem.... basically your saying that you your heart is healing until net time