I think my heart is bleeding
You tore it out you see
Leaving my body unanchored
Drifting, without a dream
I can't even write anymore
The words have shrivelled and died
It's truly like a curse
You made me swallow my pride
And pour out hopes like a melody
Catching wishes in my fishing net
Reaching for those timeless stars
From the moment that we first met
And I feel hollow and shallow
Undriven, unloved, un-me
Climbing the stairs to heaven
On a wing and a prayer you'll find me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is yet another heart wrencher, but Michelle, you are writing, for in the end, YOU always wind up on top......of this 'one, ', , , , , , , , , understand? hugs, (avongal)