A paper heart broke into two,
and I tried to glue it back together
with some ink, and a feather.
It dripped onto the lifeless paper,
creating art with its aromatic vapors.
I patiently waited for it to dry,
in hopes that she would fly again;
the heart that I helped survive,
hopefully finding life once more
before coming to a tragic end,
where I’d often cry, again and again.
My tears became my only friends,
as the years had passed me by.
Your heart, I often tried to find,
so that I could bring it back to life.
I could then return to the sea,
and set sail to wherever you may be.
You can float along with your heartwings,
blending in with the birds as I sink
to the bottom of the ocean floor,
where I will open up a hidden door
leading to your once broken heart.
Here, I had to travel quite far,
to find myself inside a water star.
It allowed for me to breathe,
as I saw you clearly, above the sea.
I knew then what it was I had to do.
So I took my own heartwings
and flew right to you.
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