The letters spun into a web, words dancing, clouded emotions found and solved.
Finding human connection through your struggle, sing of the love I have, and I hold so dear. That I fear to be clear of what I hold here, for I want nothing more, than my Dear.
Chant for the friends, who hold me down, and build me wings. Keeping me moving forward, if only for a little longer, with them.
Call for the family, that I never feel I have found my place in, never knowing, is this how you love?
Never quite understanding, is this how you write?
Finding that, this is how you feel. And that's okey.