Postcards From My Heart

I got so much to say
To the ones deep in my heart
It won't fit on paper
Or an envelope, or a jar
I write and write on tea-stained paper
Hoping you will hear me out
She was the first one I felt my soul intertwine with
We had lots of laughs over the silliest of things
Til three or four in the morning
I thought I was in love

I yearn for the day
They can read my mind like a novel
And understand the way I am
And why I'm such a fool half of the time

I seek warmth from everyone
Even those I've only seen glances of
I'm so needy when I don't deserve it
Maybe it's 'cause I'm so blue

A brooding, quiet one
Poised, intellectual
Sauntering in a flowing black cape
Yet during talks over coffee
I felt his soft, mellow eyes on mine
I'd love to figure you out

He had the brightest eyes and the biggest smile
He'd light up any room that he was in
Years later he spoke of the darkness within
I'm slowly figuring you out

I yearn for the day
I can read their mind like a novel
And understand the way they are
And what makes them who they are

I seek warmth from everyone
Even those I've only seen glances of
I'm so needy when I don't deserve it
Maybe it's 'cause I'm so blue

Constellations gently dot across his neck
Hidden underneath the hood of his blue jacket
As he cycles downtown to mail my postcards
Will you hear me out