many people visited my heart,
some stayed for few weeks
and some for few months,
some quickly went because they didn’t like it,
the last visitor of my heart, has locked her self in
accidentally,
without wanting to,
but she did,
and the doors of my heart will not open again,
forever,
and something from her will always stay in there,
until this heart gets old and becomes a clay again
then she will be free,
but she will never be able to forget her place,
this heart,
where she lived,
not for too long,
but alone.
Ardic Agus 2014