She stole my heart
like a thief
Played with it
like a doll
Dumped it
like a waste
But my heart was recycled
like gold
Polished
like silver
Now someone has it
she wants it back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Isn't that always the way it works? They only want you back after you've moved on and found another? Very true and nicely written.