The Lost Words Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

For I have a heart with a door for which you need no key.
If only you knew the love that is within me.
For I am too shallow to hold any grudge.
You are far too kind to lose clutch.

There is a story written of us,
Little do we know.

What we are experiencing may not be permanent.
Yet it requires such commitment.

I keep hearing from you.
I believe little in you.

Your behaviour is not one,
To which my heart is drawn.

How can I say to you?
Without breaking you?

We are not meant to be,
If only you could see,
Make it easier on me.
I'm struggling to be free.