
Where shall the broken hearts go: A poetry of unrequited love.
Where shall the broken hearts go
Who have been told to let go
Of the agony and destruction
Caused by shallow souls that met
On the subways and crossroads.
Shadows on the moonlit walls
They say you would forget it all
What they never told however
They too possess the aching souls
Like tea stains on a diary page
Love once done can never fade
The shrapnels from a hand grenade
If taken out gives only pain
The bodies consumed
On a winter night
What empty mouths called
“A lover’s bite”
The warmth of finger tips
As the heavens unite
The unity a nightmare
Was love actually there?
The unrequited tales of love
Stories that never ended still breathe
Leaving broken hearts behind
Captive inside the dusty mantle piece
Used to of love,
Now don’t know what to do.
Their sun went dark
And all the moons and starlight
There are many reasons to die
Yet love kills you while you’re alive
Because last time it never meant see you later
But a forever goodbye
Years from then
Heart still remembers
What mind does not
Flame still smoulders
But the fire’s gone
Broken hearts bleed through the cracks of past
Into the forbidden temple
Where scars stay forever
Love, forever gone.
~Zarbakht Bilal.
Josh
Hi Zarbakht, I love this poem! It’s sad, but also beautiful.
Also, I love the theme of your new blog! Love Van Gogh ❤️