Broken pieces broken heart,
Pictures broke it pictures sent,
Insensitive as she was
Heartless without a heartbeat
Playing was her game proud
of it she was,
Pictures broke it pictures sent,
Without thought of outcome or pain
they might inflict.
Crying heart, bleeding heart.
Never knew loving could be
So great at first but painful at the end,
Pictures broke it pictures sent
Insensitive as she was
Heartless without a heartbeat
All alone in the darkness of torment
with no escape, as no glimpse of light appears
I keep on asking myself, how could one be
So heartless without a heartbeat...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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