I string hearts along with too much ease
They fall and follow with no worries
They stumble over my words as I speak
and let those words create a creak

Its essence spilling out on my screen
As I talk the talk like a aplomb teen
Searching the globe for someone
Whether they're the moon or the sun

That is a question I'm willing to ask
But it seems that it really isn't my task
I'm not meant to string along hearts
Or let them be the way I throw darts

I'm meant to find one that loves me for me
But when I find her, I'm too blind to see
Too oblivious to notice that I'm smiling
But I know my hearts' wings aren't meant for flying

- E.A.F