Heartbreaks

The first time a hand
touched my heart,
every piece fell silently
as a thin thread.

I hadn’t noticed what was happening…
Why was my heart hurting
when it was striking my chest?
Also it’s truth…
It was broken.

I tried to arrange it.
I tried to bear every piece
of the breaks head.
But my heart already wasn’t the same.

I had love… now I have suffering.
Every attempt was a fail.
My hands were there
in way of the air
thrilled to hold
the last drop of a wretched heart.

 

Ohh broken heart, when love leaves us it’s so painful but we have to stand up and fight for our happiness because at the end of the road the only thing left it’s our selves.
Hope you are doing better now, and congratulations for a great poem
Hug and kisses :::hug:::