Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Page 22: From my heart, to your heart my dear

Out here in the open trying to find love.
That's what I choose to believe

But I'm hiding in the shadows of heartbreak and shyness.
Whispering, and using all the sign languages__those before created__to call love over.

Why exactly do I want love?
Maybe there is a hole I believe only Love can fill.

Love, please come and find me, before I aggressively go out searching for you.
That I have done time and time without number. Just to end up tired, frustrated, exhausted from the search.

- My heart. To yours my dear.


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