Heart broken and distraught,
I scribble these words.
They hold no meaning,
But what else can I do?
The only thing I ever believed in has gone.
And all I posses is this paper and pen.
I suppose I could have written something useful, or with a meaning,
But just as love, I make no sence.
You left me with no warning,
So I had no fancy cliche, or heartfelt parting line.
So you left with only the sound of your feet,
And a heart hitting the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem