The shape of your lips...

Will you be there to count the tears that fall from my eyes’
after it is all said and done?
Will you capture the splattered pieces of my soul
pierce me back together and fill the stolen pieces to make me whole?

Guide me, sometimes I lose my way.
Hold me, sometimes I feel so alone.
Break my fall, sometimes I stumble.

A blind visage,
it always feels different every-time, the first time, yet it is always the same.

Tiny spaces within, hidden from view, nourished and cultivated by you
sometimes I let you in, sometimes I don’t need to
sometimes it already belongs to you.

Sometimes I wish it could be different…

Sometimes I know, when the world sends me into darkness
I will find you fighting my demons.

You need a cause to believe in
and I need a dream to trust.

I call you friend, yet sometimes my eyes lie.....