in a corner of a crowded cafe

sat a girl and her words

fascinated by a man

who was enjoying more than his coffee-

drinking in the attention of others

who she presumed was his posse...

her locket she hid away

tucked under sweater

whispering to herself,

"it's all for the better".

she kept it hidden away

only to take it out

on those nights she felt alone

wrapped in self doubt.

inside her silver locket

she kept her hopes and dreams,

that one day her life

would be more than it seems.

his heart is a locket

delicate shiny and gold

at rest on his chest

for the world to see and hold.

hoping one day someone would open it up

and take a look inside,

to see all his secrets

and love he had to hide.

he was the light to my pen

and i should have known then

that he would shine his light

on the darkness i write,

making it less lonely and scary

turning my dark heart

into a beautiful library.

how many times

did i have to fall in love

before i fell in love with myself?

... countless

how many places

did i have to move

before i realized

i am my own home?

... countless

how many lies

did i have to tell

before i realized

i wasnt okay?

... countless

how many prayers

did i have to pray

before God said

okay?

... countless

the best conversations

happen between the heart and the mind,

talking about

all the love we will find.

all the love we will find

and the love thats been lost,

the love we set free,

and the love come back to us.

the heart is something

you need not explain

to the wrong people,

for the right people

will always understand.