Amnesia620

I walk in the night,
alone with silence to guide me,
and I cry my salty tears,
for I have no one.
How long must I walk till I find the one,
and be held in his arms at night,
with tender words to lull me to sleep,
and my heart at rest.
How many tears must I cry,
before my eyes dry,
like deserts of sand,
needy of water like I am of love.
My heartbeat is all I hear,
alone in the silent night,
and it has no echo,
to soothe me.
Then like the rhythm of my heartbeats,
I hear footsteps behind me,
only to see a heart like mine,
to share my passion.

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620