That tiny part of my heart under seal
Waiting for the right finger to peel
And be set free pleads for release
If I ever find you, many questions I’d ask
The first being “What took you so long?”
To be free without a scar, having being under lock for so long
My heart ponders on how I’d know
Will there be a mark visible to me alone
Pray tell where such a one is
My lonely heart searches for you
With binoculars to scan every nook
With microscopes to zoom into every heart
Desiring to find my name inscribed
A telling sign that you are mine
Except I’m weary of the search
Now settling into the sphere of despair
Masquerading till you come rescue me.
Pray do not tarry
Else I’d wilt from the anguish
Else my heart will languish
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