No more the fresh sparkling spring water,
I am a little contaminated.
Drained of energy and a little tired,
No more so cheerful and animated.
No more decorated in attractive colours,
In faded white now I’m painted.
My body moves and walks and talks,
But my soul lies down somewhere fainted.
No more the perfect working model,
My heart is brutally bruised and dented.
No more free flying with wings of love,
In worldly strings are they now captivated.
My heart doesn’t welcome anyone anymore,
For it now keeps my feelings barricaded.
Nothing tastes sweet no more,
After the bitter atrocities of life I tasted.
I guess it’s time to give up now,
For too long already, in hope my broken heart has waited…