When I think of you words can't describe my feelings. I can't simply throw words on a piece of paper and call it my heart. My heart is the sole reason I'm still alive. It's actually kind of funny seeing how you have taken my beating heart out of my chest and kept it for yourself. But as you can tell I'm still breathing... why is that? It's because you didn't take my heart and run, you gave me something in return. you gave me your heart. This is what makes us equal, knowing that at any moment one of us could reach right through the other one's chest and take their heart back. It's also something that reassures us that we can't break each others heart. Breaking your heart would kill me, because your heart is the only heart I have keeping me alive. You are the only thing that keeps my heart beating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem