The Lost Heart
Where am I nowI lost myself somehow
Ice cold heart
Pierced and torn apart
I lost all feeling
With no turning back or healing
After all I can not mend
And soon it will all end
The Lost Heart
Where am I nowPoetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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