</>A glistening silver tear slips past,
Reflected on the cold and unbreakable glass,
I can see right through,
But it is still barring me from you.
I watch agony twist through your auburn eyes,
And hope that it is not me you despise,
Despair lurks in every crevice of your face,
Yet a skeleton would show more emotion enlaced.
I fall to the ground because I can take no more,
My heart lays like seashells shattered on the shore,
What I would do to take away your pain?
I would die a thousand deaths again and again.
I wish you would let me in- I wish I could help,
But that key lays broken at the bottom of your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The keys to a heart are to be found in thought and deed... Very well written poem...