LONELY HEART 

If I had a heart I'm sure it would say
How lonely its been since you went away,
With no one to snuggle and no one to hold.
I guess I'll adjust, or so I've been told.

It's hard to sit back as the line seems to grow
And watch all the flirting, when deep down I know
There's nobody there who can know your heart
Or feel your thoughts even though apart.

To know your thoughts with just one word
Without the others being heard.
To feel your heart and share what you love
Like some magic secret from up above.

The music flows and so do the smiles
From you to them across the miles.
Even our songs that were special there
Are followed by smiles for all to share.

I guess it's me... I just don't understand
You told me you loved me and held my hand.
How can I trust anything you say,
When I'm yesterdays news the very next day.

If I had a heart it would beat in place
Instead of having this empty space.
And yours would beat along with mine,
And I'd be yours til the end of time.
 
Author: Lady Of Knight
 

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