O what is this pain
that is reaping me apart?
It is shooting true my stomach
Dissecting my heart
My heart, my heart!
It's been trampled upon,
had bled, ached and still mended.
It stood against the test of time;
Years of wear and tear
threatened damage beyond repair, but
still kept ticking, sustaining my life
unaware of its fate,
worst then a stab with a knife
My heart, my heart!
In trouble has now landed
inconceivable names i was branded
The words that you uttered with hate
has brought my heart in this state.
It shattered in million peaces
and no one can put it together.
My heart will remain
broken forever.........
15/3/2009
Milica Franchi De Luri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-150/
