This Little Piece of My Dying Heart

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This little piece

Of my dying heart,

Ignores the fruitless tones

In the abyss

Of unrequited love,

Dancing against the harmonies

Of my desires,

It ignores the wretched

Melodies, whaling in the dark.

In this space

Where love is lost,

And forgotten without remorse,

I find myself seeking shelter

For my soul,

With frailty and restless hope.

This invites my mind to wonder,

And casts a million doubts

On the sincerity

Of your affections.

This little piece

Of my dying heart,

Dreams of a love

Without tears and pain,

Does such love exist?

And if so, will it find me?

Or will I be forever spurned?

Dismissed by the beauty of life,

Overdressed and uninvited.



Wallis May Streete

Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. Dreamer. “We are lost souls trying to find the light, and when we do, we dance with shadows.”