Maybe love
will let me beat my fists against its chest
until my roaring turns to wracking sobs
Maybe love will withstand my long silences
and become my hiding place,
become the jar I pour my hurt into
and the arms that squeeze me back together
again.
will let me beat my fists against its chest
until my roaring turns to wracking sobs
Maybe love will withstand my long silences
and become my hiding place,
become the jar I pour my hurt into
and the arms that squeeze me back together
again.