My heart is just a symbol.
Its true message never spoken.
Waiting for its decoder,
Hoping to be broken.
Attuned with a jester,
Who's hexed with bad luck.
Clumsy at best.
Comedically tragic at worst.
But to forge a lighter heart, and fuller ears
Every one of us must bare
This pain we know as life and love,
And the roads that go nowhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem