The Little White House

The Little White House
 
Last night, a dream left me in despair,
My heart, my love, my ex, no longer there.
The pain I felt was deep and true,
It reminded me of the love I once knew.
 
In a little white house, I walked into betrayal,
Found my ex with another, it felt so surreal.
The love we shared, now shattered and gone,
It leaves me feeling lost and all alone.
 
But dreams can sometimes be deceiving,
And the pain I felt may be the healing
Of a heart that's been broken and torn apart,
A chance to move on and make a fresh start.
 
It's okay to grieve, to miss and to yearn
For the love that I felt, the passion and burn.
But I know that time can heal even the deepest wound,
And that new love can be found and soon be bound.
 
So I'll take heart, and let my love shine,
And know that someday, my heart will be fine.
For love is a journey, with ups and downs,
And the love that I seek will one day be found.