The obituary of my heart.
Rest in pieces, my broken heart.
Burning hearts ignite with desire,
unspoken words are left on their
lips.
Unforgettable but forgotten
by time, for all things parish.
The rose's withered, the wine
dried, and the passion cooled
with passing time.
My heart shattered, scared
and bruised, beat and neglected,
he never knew how to love me.
He's incapable.
He fooled me with lies
and conspiracies,
victimizing himself to
victimize me.
He's guilty of abuse and drug use.
I am guilty of loving and trusting him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem