Lost In The Dark

I wrote a letter with an tremendous amount of emotion Going back constituting the top of I's with little tiny hearts Throughly proof reading the lighthearted gesture Don't take to serious the tone I used Consider it A philosophy of the heart It's intense ego To get this point across Though outrageously verbal Choosing to live for now, contrasting to the future of reply Tucked in an envelope Optimistic in it's view of being open A chronicle of sorts, envelope following envelope An incarnation of my heart being sent in letter form Count each word as a single throb of thought practical words coming from a mouth that cannot speak Only moral that I would send it's words in practical selfishness This need wrote in ink A sort of food that longs for the companionship of purpose A need to speak and be heard A need of touch, to feel this effort that somethings happening An extension to the abstract heart that throbs in latitude the height of it's dreams So forth sealed in darkness Awaiting the conference of your eye