Thursday, November 1, 2012

4,3,2,1

My love is longing for belonging.
My love is trying as it is dying.
My love is planning on expanding.
My love is taunting the wanting.

My heart is yearning, but it is learning.
My heart is hoping, but it is coping.
My heart is knowing, but it is growing.

My love is requiring restoration...wishing for less frustration.
My love is slowly rediscovering...wishing for easier recovering. 

My heart is hurting, but it is healing...hoping for less feeling.


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