My heart longs for a place that only I know.
It is a place where I am free.
My heart longs to not feel the stab of regret.
The burning consuming feeling of not being enough.
My heart longs for a place where it can love as
hard and as purely as it wants.
My heart longs for a place that its love
is not used against it.
Oh how every night before I close
my eyes.
My heart sends out a lea to the stars
to help it find this place.
Only to wake with the sun still in this world.
But oh how my heart...
still holds on to the hope of one day finding this far-off place.
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Yolanda Lonie
I have always been a reader and a closet writer. Both have been a passion of mine since I could read even the smallest word.
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