Don’t touch my heart! 
It is broken.
There is no love in it.
I have closed it.
No one dares to see it bleeding, 
no one knows its needing.
Love bullet crashed it in pieces, 
but I will never fall on my knees.
My heart is not feigning, 
the scars are still paining, 
but I will never cry, 
I will never stand a lie.
There is no love in my heart, 
but there is a hope for a new start.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine) 
29/9 2010                
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