Imagine that broken heart
That died without dying.
Imagine a river
Without water,
Imagine a book
Without letters.
Imagine hope-
Without something better.
My heart is becoming
A graveyard of pain.
The saddest verse
I can write is this:
Once, I was your love.
Now,
I only have pain to embrace.
You killed me without killing.
The only pain I dare to keep
The memory is what I still cling.