I poured my heart to you
But you spewed it out
Upon this dried dirt.
I gave you my best
And seen you giving nothing in return,
But breaking my heart
And laughing in its image.
I scurry away from this heart beaten pastured.
Engaging this new thrill
To a place where hearts grow.
Away from your abuse
Is where i will be,
Where this heart beats forever
In the land of a beautiful disaster.
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I would like to translate this poem
I liked the title, drew me in, then you used it for a very stong ending. Good write!