Something on the floor

While i was walking i found a heart,

i remembered that long time ago

i had one that made me feel many emotions

whose were turning off..

when i saw that other heart on the floor

still beating, i couldnt stand it,

 i knew that many people didnt realize

 its existence..

They kicked it as mine, they spat it,

left it exhausted, battered, agonic..

till was just impossible to go on carry that,

 and the best was to tear it away without to care one last pain..

the curiosity to know if it suit on me was big,

but i remembered the nights near to the phone,

the indifferent pillow,

 the recurring insomnia,

and i didnt want to through it again;

i walked away with respect from that place..

 i felt comforted to think that someone else walks around the city,

without one..

Traslated by me

Original by A.A, 'Algo Tirado'