Pieces of My Heart

Pieces of My Heart

I dreamt I was broken hearted
and woke crying because it was true
to be loved I seem undeserving
under skies of such promising blue.
I know of nothing quite as beautiful
as passion’ s flame when it is new
and nothing is half as lonely
as true love never finding you.

I make coffee and then I brush my hair
but pieces of my heart are laying everywhere
and I just can’t ignore them like you do.

I dreamt that I lay dying
and finally understood the importance of now
I held the meaning of life in my hands
then it slipped through my fingers somehow.
Now I see that I’ve spent my life searching
frantic to honor some unspoken vow
meanwhile I forgot what really matters
it isn’t how long we live, just how.

I climb into bed and try not to care
but pieces of my heart are laying everywhere
and I just can’t ignore them right now.

By Jeanne MacGregor Lahn

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1. Kim Richardson says:

   What a very reflective poem. Good rhyming and slow beat, sad but gentle.