Something really is, and i don’t know how to share it. Do I even know what it is, what it really is? Maybe I do. Maybe I just don’t want to see it, but deep down, i know exactly what troubles me.
Who are you, that stays with me thru the night even when I’m alone?
Who are you, that makes me feel safe enough to cry as you hold me?
Who are you, that took over my life and made me new? Not whole yet, but new indeed.
I want you close. I want you near me.
Sometimes I write without thinking it thru, and the most stupid things come out. Or are they. I’m not alone, but I do feel lonely sometimes.
Although you were with me last night, I didn’t see you. I felt you, I smelled you, I heard you. But I never saw you. I never touched you. Show yourself to me. Let me show myself to you.
Be with me.
Just be with me please.
