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As far as I know
I have always dreamt of that
piece.
I know it will fill me up
to where I know that life is better
than what it was offered.

A heart is up your sleeve
when you slip by quietly;
you leave it with me.
In the end I don't know who you are
but then I am touched.
That aura of good has finally touched me,
healed me.

These days now I wish for you to come back
for the days are bleak
and the hours run long;
for days turn into months and months turn into
years.
All this time I cried hoping you would come back to me.

Now I sit still hoping things will be better;
maybe it's sad but I wish I was in that time
again;
so that way, I can have that heart in your sleeve again.
So far, nothing yet.
My heart is just shooting blanks.