Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Pieces

I dreamed a dream that wasn't mine,
I found a heart not meant to find.

With love's warm touch against my skin,
I ran a race I could not win.

And now I'm left with pieces many,
And walk a path not shared with any.

My sorrow masked by calm facade,
I grieve for what I never had.

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