Sometimes I find myself seeping into my heavy heart.
And hoping a stranger comes leaping from my screen to drown me in love.
But it's not love I seek, a heart must be whole to love.
All I want is a mender of the broken, the loneliness.
Someone to continue the construction on this shattered heart.
But I am not worried. I am glad to feel broken, to feel the pains of even lost love.
When I don't know what love feels like, when I can't feel it in my bones...
God help me when I find my soul has become too tired to feel love.
