It waits

Impatient as a shooting star

Piercing through the mid-night sky

It cries

Howling to the moon

Like a wolf that’s lost its way

It shivers

Black with frostbite

without a spark to ignite a fire of wonder

It longs

For the one key

That would open its vault of dreams

It burns

For the one emotion

that’s been weak for so very long

And It beats

With memories and regret

Covering the walls like cobwebs

Making each and every beat

More painful and harder

Than the last

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