Poetry

SEARCHING FOR YOU

Won’t you come in to blow my little heart?
Because you are not in the sound of love.
You are neither down, nor are you above.

This day feels empty, I want to restart.
I want my wings to flutter like a dove.
Won’t you come in to blow my little heart?
Because you are not in the sound of love.

I searched for you in the ocean apart,
I asked those birds and trees if you did shove
Nobody answered, no one wore a glove.
Won’t you come in to blow my little heart?
Because you are not in the sound of love.
You are neither down, nor are you above.

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