I sift through the pieces of my soul that I have given you over the years
Hundreds of odes , and heartfelt snippets of affection
Moments shared , hopes confessed , and dreams wished upon
disregarded pieces of my heart
For in every token of my affection ,
Was stamped with a piece if my heart
Now discarded , I am left with a portion of my affection
And the rest lay in waist with the rest if your worthless trinkets
And I am left with the arid pages of a dried up ocean , that once enveloped you ,
Half a heart , and a soul filled in sorrow ,
And I wonder someday if you ask yourself where my love has gone
You need look no further than the broken pieces of my heart that you left stagnant , in some dormant part of your past
Along with my discarded odes ...