Author Adelaide Green

My lonely heart collects dust inside.

Wishing you would share.

Your stoic looks are starting to wear.

Where did your smile go?

I miss it. I yearn for it.

Where has the laughter gone? The one we promised.

I wish you would open yourself up, open yourself up wide.

I want to be let in. I want to know.

Maybe the problem is me.

Maybe it’s me.

Maybe all of this, it’s not enough.

For as much as I yearn for your smile I yearn for more.

I want to soar, I want to see, I want to learn.

I want to open up my lonely heart to what the world has to offer.