Poetry from the Heart 2014©

Once it was a love story,
Now it’s just a mystery.
What used to be all glory
Is nothing more than history.
Picking through the pieces,
Picking up my life
Insecurity increases
As does my internal strife.
Tears they flow
And I must go
Because I lost my heart.
Who would have known
I’d fall off my throne
And be faced with another new start.
I’m getting far too old for this
But for now I will just wander.
Forgetting any imagined bliss
Leaving me to ponder…
What is, what was, and what will be
Who knows, I guess that we shall see
But for now I dare not dream a dream
Because it just ends in tears that stream…
And all the while my heart, it screams.

2014©

 

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