poetry longing

To every ear I often talk to,
Thank you for staying loyal.
Heard all kinds of stories.
To every morning that is always cheerful,
Thank you for always anchored me
Adorns the beginning to a heart that is once sad
Maybe if it's paid,
I have nothing in the world besides my gratitude.

This heart once stopped in a place I did not expect.
He came up with hope.
But lost for no reason.
I've searched for him with a paw to scratch an explanation.
But it turns out he is happier to disappear without slowly.

The laughter is still recorded in the memory.
The word is dashed solid like a figure of speech.
Vibrate my heart degub is still fast when his name is spelled in hearing.
I never expected that his innocent face often played with feelings.
Because there is himself in my day like a breath that every second is needed.
As long as his tongue does not spell my name crisp, this heart is moaning and crushed like a flake.
Because even though he was invisible to my eyes, his presence seemed to open up hope.

Sorry for the logic that would always be lost by selfishness.
Whether you want to embrace a need or an ambition.
When I left without a definite thing,
Once I was able without his figure more than thirty days.
But his figure came again and again.
His gentle step was again felt by the wound of my heart that was recovering.
Perhaps he knows that this heart is still looking for it even though I'm silent a lot in sadness.
He knows I miss him half dead.So without a word he went away again.

And really this time I pray to God that his precious creation will never return when this heart is healing the wounds left behind and reaching for his own happy.
The recovering heart that is still halfway started to accept the figure lost in my spirits to be able to be happy without it.My logic was louder whispered than a heart easily seduced by the sound of the past. For days I have been trained to give thanks to God.
Though longing for those who have gone I can not deny,
I remain grateful though bitter seeps.

by @walys