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



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.”