It pains me in the heart
Just like a shooting dart
Drowning in a pool
While he is there being all cool
Enough is enough
Still he goes with the bluff
I've shattered into pieces
But he insists on adding creases
On my heart that is
Ignorance really is a bliss
I try to cover my frown
Slowly earning my crown
For what u may ask
It's because I've completed the task
I closed the bottle of feelings
But that worsened my sleepings
Not letting anyone in
Because there is always a gin
A fake one thats for sure
People always thinking there is a cure
A cure that will never exist
I'm broken not willing to be fixed
I don't need a cure
My heart is just too pure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps that hammer Should be laying next to A cell phone.. Thank's for this great write.. iip