Little pieces of my heart break

Every day as I wait.

Sitting alone just inside my door

So many letters on a page

Of today, into immortality.

What is to become of me?

To be fulfilled, to be a part

Of something conjoined

As I watch little pieces of me

Break away, into this heart of darkness.

08/16/2004

Posted on 04/03/2007
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