Your heart and mine

Both broken
Both forsaken

But what others do you carry in yours?

And what do you know of mine?

 

My heart is big but it only has room for one at a time

If yours is pure

Is it for me or another?

 

Enough of all the lies

The games

 

The thing about sparks is they don't last unless you keep kindling the flames

I just need something real

Something pure

 

If we are seeking the same things

May we find each other before the sparks go out