Hubert
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Sometimes what you think you find is not in your heart, but in your mind. The wings they give let you fly Into the teardrops you're left to cry. An apparition of love I thought was there. That's what I found in the woman Claire. I pour all my love in cookie batter, but in the end it never even mattered. I continue to find a love that's true, Despite love's faith scorned by you. I won't forget how she made me feel, but I deserve a love from one that's real.
As the seasons Fall to Winter, The warmth succumbs to cold, What once brought Spring anew Also brought the icy blue, This cold heart needs a shatter, As seasons pass time doesn't matter. Summer burn down my cold walls, So I may color love as I Fall.
"Honey I'm home!!!" I cry. As I enter the Atrium of an empty heart. The walls echo silence in mine. Pain fills the gaps of being apart. Sadness pumps through my veins. All that remains is disdain.
Why do we seek what we cannot find? When we think we have it, we are blind. My faith in it leaves my life to hinder. It has burned my heart into cinders. We focus our energy on what's not there. It looks not for me, so why should I care? It searches for those loving and kind. Yet, still it pushes them out of our mind. It has the power to take over our lives. It takes all your strength to leave it behind. Like an angel it saves you from the storm, It's a demon with no weight, shape or form. I always ask myself "Why do I persist?", For what I search for does not exist.