I truly believe that there’s still someone out there
with a writer’s soul and a passionate heart,
one who would kiss me with words
that reach up to the vast galaxy
and pick out stars for me,
one who would embrace me with warm arms
that hold secrets intact
and never let them go,
one who would cry seven oceans
if ever he sees my heart shatter like a broken mirror.
I have faith and hope
that the universe still has that one person for me.
I believe that you exist.
I believe that you’re not just a figment of my imagination
or another character in one of my favorite books.
I believe in your existence
and the path that you’re on
that will soon cross mine.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
I truly believe that there’s still someone out there
with a writer’s soul and a passionate heart,
one who would kiss me with words
that reach up to the vast galaxy
and pick out stars for me,
one who would embrace me with warm arms
that hold secrets intact
and never let them go,
one who would cry seven oceans
if ever he sees my heart shatter like a broken mirror.
I have faith and hope
that the universe still has that one person for me.
I believe that you exist.
I believe that you’re not just a figment of my imagination
or another character in one of my favorite books.
I believe in your existence
and the path that you’re on
that will soon cross mine.
Still looking for him. Quite desperately, if it's not that obvious.
