My Heart Is Yours
Your face is the first one I see before waking, and the last before I rest.
You hold the key to my heart and soul, whilst I had burnt it to dust.
In your eyes, I find warmth, and in your arms, I feel safe.
I whisper your name in every wish I make and every prayer I pray.
Your touch is etched on my skin, and your words forever echo in my ears.
I still search for you wherever I go, hoping one day I won’t be alone.
It is you I search for in the souls of people I see, hoping that fate surprises me.
At night, I count the stars shining bright, hoping that one day, our constellations will unite.
I look out of the window, sewing a scarf, for someone who only exists in my heart.
When I remember the letter you wrote, the nostalgia chokes in my throat.
When I hear your old voicemails, I’ll imagine your smiling face
And when I listen closer, it’s your pulse that I hold close and dear.
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