Lost heart

A Poem by Andre Peterson

I am nothing but a lost heart.
You are my far away owner.
A piece of me I will never get back.
Its beating softly in a cell.
Writing love stories that never happened.
An ironic situation I am in.
My spirit is still not broken.
The love is red with passion even without a cause.
But what is love without being in the dark?
A silent prayer I keep to myself about you.
If no one will love you I always will.
That is my purpose.
Not to be.
But to love.
Unafraid of the distance, years, and the lonely nights.
If you were here by my side I'd kiss you all night.
But from miles apart and the uncharted territories I now dwell.
I have nothing but a warm heart and stories to tell.
This is for you.
Even if you don't want it.
Goodnight darling, good morning sweetheart.
This is how it should be.
But I'll still miss you with all my might.