NewspaperAdventures.

Apr 13, 2008 18:46

One early Morning.
I read in the Newspaper.
You were searching for your missing heart.
I searched through the
Deepest seas, empty countries,
Dangerous woods and Neverlands.
With pain and scars I went home.
Your missing heart I can not return.

As far as the stars will reach, One fell down.
Falling Stars, I always take home.
As this one carried a package.
Your heart with a note:
"Made in Heaven."
Carefully wrapped in my Love,
I sent it through to you.

One early Morning.
I read the Newspaper.
Picture displaying of You,
And the once missing Heart.
With no Thank You at all.




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