Why does this heart cry?
A heart beat, a wish for the heart beat to match another, the knowing it will never be. The joy each day brings. When words are shared, when hearts are shared, when thought and dreams are shared. The knowing of irreplaceable love, irrevocable love. But also, the know the feeling that pools with in this heart will never be returned. Being lost, being found, will this journey ever end? Will this heart ever begin to mend? The tears fall quietly, but will never be known. The pain couples with joy, going together hand in hand. Will it ever just be one or the other? End the joy, or end the pain. Please, no more. This heart is fragile, though some think differently. A false pretense of strength breaks down in the shadows. Never to be known. Never to be seen. This heart, this heart is a complication of its own. This heart seems to be the one broken, the one fallen. The one, that, that just seems to fade into the distance. Will this heart ever learn to love. Will this heart ever learn the truth in love? This heart breaks daily. Never to be seen, never to be heard, hidden away in the shadows of the night, hidden away from this world of spite. Hidden, hidden forever, never to be found. Always lost. Tears replace the blood that should run through these veins. Tears, carry the weight of this body, this heart, this soul. But tears, are only so strong. When will this heart be replenished, when will this heart know love? Run thick with it so that the tears will turn back to the blood? This heart, hidden in the shadows, will always be lost, never to be found, by this thing called.... love.
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