Bottled up inside
Of a heart growing cold
Are all the words
I can never say.
But I sincerely want to.
The pain and devestation
Deteriorate my soul.
Slowly but surely
My heart turns to stone
With each new day.
I dont know how long
I can last in this bitter state.
My hatred grows
With each thought of you.
How do I move on?
one step at a time dear. one step at a time. good poem, full of soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Great poem, deeply illustrates your struggle. To move on try countering emotions with other emotions.