Starrbox Munoz

(March 29,1990 / Sunny California)

The Heart Longs To Love


My poor heart longs to love
But it's still shattered from a brutal wound
My heart is yearning to love
Yet it can't find someone to love

My heart keeps beating, but it's not living
My heart wants to love & to be loved
Why can't my heart repair itself and love again?

My heart is useless
It's still ill, still broken, still weak
I want to love but my heart can't go on
Why can't my heart repair itself and love again?

My poor heart longs to love
It seeks for the warmth of loves' high, the fast beating of a new day
It can't go on looking for a non existing dream
It can't bring itself to repair and love again.

My poor heart longs to love.

Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, January 06, 2010

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