Motionless until put in motion.
It hurts more in more each time I allow it to be passed on to another.
At first things were gentle with the small let downs and break ups.
Over time it turned harsh and very aggressive now feeling like my heart has been used in place of a soccer ball.
All of the players that have come and gone throughout the years kicking my heart around.
Forgetting about my emotions or feelings.
They never really cared about me they just wanted to make it in the goal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem