The heart-breaker
The worst thing is,
that it could happen just to anybody,
and no one wants to talk about it.
You just want to disappear,
shut up your heart and all your life
to lick your wounds and kill your pain
which only makes it worse.
It hurts when buds in spring are bursting,
but it hurts so infinitely more
when flowers in full bloom of beauty
just get trampled down by inconsideration
and shortsighted egoism
which lives by driving over victims
leaving them behind and never caring,
while the victims were the ones who cared.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-10-11 at 10:10
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