Do you ask me about my broken heart?
For him, I can say too much,
that it will make you crazy
and yet too little,
to understand exactly who I am.
For my broken heart ...
For the distant one who came
cast a few thousand miles
with my fingers and
I waited.
They melt, disappear,
to leave,
he finally left.
Or in the near,
who dreams dreams
carefully guarded
stack and led
feels under a list.
Points, colonies, no exciting,
I finally crushed the list.
Do you ask about my broken heart?
or for me ...
Too much is said.
In fact, nothing.
Goodbye and Kisses ...