Ode to a hearts dream

It's just a dusty floor with no brilliance 

Sounds that no longer exist

Rust that creeks lost all benevolence 

Memories that won't be useless

I love the floor where we danced to forget 

And laughter ringing still clear

Words of joy are sharp and a threat

To a boy full of bad excuses 

You sweep me up but, why?

I'm the editor of my self-destruction. 

How could you love such as I?

But, I'll heed your faith built on my reconstruction. 

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I really enjoyed reading your poem it felt relatable in many past choices I've made on love. Thank you for sharing your work.