I'm trying so hard
Not to move on
And so is my heart
But you left, you are gone
I feel hollow inside
And there is no pill
To help me survive
When I'm terribly ill
This illness I have…
It's killing me slow
But hearts can't be killed
Nor can be controlled
See, hearts never die
They only stop beating
It's the greatest of lies
and the greatest of mysteries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem