Her love harp (poem)

Her love harp✨

I feel so cold,

So cold that my blood is freezing in my veins.

I feel like I’m in a morg

Yet I’m under the sun.

Bury me!!

Bury me alive!! My soul is already dead.

The coffin is warmer and more merciful than her love.

I crushed the stars within me,

My soul stars,

To decorate the sky of our love,

But she stole them.

She stole them to hang them on the strings of her love harp,

To play her love songs to another.

Another who’ll never be me.