The Lonely heart

This poem is about my lover, whom I used to love, but now I love her, but she doesn't. So this poem is for her rememberence in my heart.

oh, the beautiful place,

our earth.

maybe it’s for them

who got god’s grace,

but I got none.

the red lips that I loved,

left me broken at last.

I don’t want to go back,

to the place I got born.

to the heaven so far.

the short hair

that sways in air.

that pretty view,

that demon took it all away.

she now loves another heart,

that left in so much hurt.

and now I spend my days,

writing for you

every morning at the park bench.

seeing you walking down

the street

with someone used to be my friend,

he now also hates my presence.

and it breaks the winters

chilly winds,

I felt numb even in one degree.

this love counts one more time,

The Lonely heart,

I love more than any divine.

Author's Note

This is nothing but a poem for her, I write daily this kinda poems for her, cause I'm really so much hurt. So this one also refers to her. My friend took her away from me. Hope you enjoy this one.
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