William F Glennon
Dying Love - Poem by William F Glennon
How did we meet each other halfway?
Do directions come with relationships?
Our love became worn down, a meltdown.
Do I start over again, or do I hide?
My head and heart are far apart.
I ignored this from the start.
Somehow I lost myself.
attempting to align them.
I was drawn to my dying heart.
Now with confusion brings a new start.
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