Seems I write the same things,
just a different way to catch a phrase,
trying to piece together,
some frame of mind,
explains a quiet heart.
I want you to know everything,
rolls through my mind,
a constant flow
of detached energy
all trying to find home,
give reason to this tome.
I wrote you a letter, again,
same as the last one,
it always says the same,
always crying for your love,
unable to withstand the waiting,
always knowing,
forever wondering,
where does my heart lay,
when writing a love song.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 