Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The Blank Slate

Another sun has set, the next yet to have risen.
My thoughts turn not to time nor sleep,
But how or when I'll find him.
Spring draws closer, love abounds;
Yet l ife left tragic'ly alack of sounds,
Whispered longingly in the dark.
Blank Slate of a heart, alone
left beating itself to pieces.
Sunrise; the warm embracing rays
Chase away the darkness.
And with it, insecurity.
I know there's nothing wrong with me.
I need to be the sunrise for another, you see
To feel like someone needed me
And that's where "He" comes in.

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