Poetry Me, Poetry You, This is the time we all said “boo-hoo”

I walk today, with a whole in my heart.
I walk today, with a broken piece of art.
Even though my heart reeks of loneliness,
No one knows, because they’re so busy in love.

I crawl a thousand miles across the very hot sand,
just to find that my ways doesn’t bend.
From north to south and from west to east,
My heart is just not at ease.

Piercing through everyone’s dream,
I fly to find for its real meaning.
The dream of my own has a story to tell,
And it’s about a girl who’s love had failed.

~ by LaneHoz on January 22, 2010.

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