Tsvetomir Petrov

The Greatest Of Mysteries - Poem by Tsvetomir Petrov

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

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 17, 2013

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