Reaching, searching...
for that healing rain.
Sometimes my heart is lonely and sad
drowning, aching
remembering what I had
Sometimes my mind is cluttered and confused
swirling, twirling
feeling so used
Sometimes my body is no longer my own
aching for a touch
that feels like home.
Sometimes I long to run so free
into the arms
that will comfort me.
No comments:
Post a Comment