You took my heart and squeezed it till it burst
Then you drintched karosien on it lit a match and sat and whatched it burn
After that you took the ashes and grabbed a baseball bat and smashed it
But that wasnt enough so grabbed an axe and beat it like you were molly hatched
Then you threw it in a hole with a granade and whatched it explode
But it was still beating so you put it in the middle of the road
Then you ran over it so many times even you got bored and said it was getting old
So you grabed it and laid it outside in the rain so it would get struck by lightining bolts
And people wonder why my heart is black flat and has holes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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