My heart is buried
in between these pages
A book composed of memories
My only desire
is to hear your voice again
To hear a whisper
To keep on walking
is to keep on waiting
Am I walking for nothing?
I have yet to find
a peace that lasts
There is no rest
A soul cannot be mended
by the sound of music alone
or by the voice of a singer
A broken heart lusts for beauty
that guitar strings fail to mend
Headphones cannot heal me
This world is not my home
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