February 19, 2011

I can find no end to the string of my heart

It yanks and it pulls, but it just seems to go on and on

All the whimpering and whining is no help

I feel so incomplete, not knowing what lies on the other end

It hums and sings to me, calling me closer

That stupid other end of the string, that I’m sure is connected to another’s heart

And that heart, belongs to me and my heart belongs to them

It seems so useless, like I’m so alone

I walk though, step by step, to find the other end of the string

That string is called love


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