BALLAD OF A BROKEN HEART

my heart bleeds
the tears I cry
but they never let me dry.
thumping against my chest
feels like a prisoner
on his escaping quest.

my throat is sore
i scream to the core
of my bones,
louder...
but just a mere whisper
finds its way out.

is this a blessing
or a curse?
i am destined
to carry the platter
and let my heart shatter,
over and over.

i blame my father
for the naivety.
i blame him for
all the empty promises
that made me believe
in fairytales.

but nevermind it,
since I was a little girl,
ballads sang serenades
to my fragile soul
like nightingales
in the warm summer nights.

-euthymia felix

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