A love letter written,
Encased in a broken heart.

Love done the right way,
Yet ended all the same,
For what,
But the fickle whims of another.

For none lament in torment so,
Then those denied their lover’s hold,
One deserts in cowardice,
The other picks up the pieces.

Still we struggle on,
To find another,
To feel that safety and warmth,
In the embrace of true love.

Whatever glimpse of happiness,
However pale and fleeting,
We would travel any distance,
But from ourselves.

There never was a safe place,
On the battlefield of love and war,
We give ourselves fully,
Ignoring the folly of others,
To give our hearts to another.

Dakota Toney

Dakota Toney

I mainly write poetry or commentaries about the human condition or philosophical ideas. Please visit and follow my blog for more writings at


Auroraboros · March 25, 2018 at 6:51 pm

This is so raw and beautiful. Well done, thank you.

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