I wish that with these words I could craft
a warm nest to nuzzle in
or a pair of cupped hands
or an alcove of bubble wrap
I wish that with these words I could
protect you from the harsh ones
or not let you see the stares
or shield your worrying mind from its own thoughts
But I can't.
no matter what words I write
they cannot create a shelter
no matter how hard I hug you
you are still exposed to the world
no matter how many "Its okay"'s I whisper
you still shake your head in disbelief
I'm sorry my words aren't enough
I cant craft them into an alcove of safety
or hide you from the judgmental world
or comfort you until you're truly okay.
But what I can offer is this:
a shoulder to cry on
lips to give advice from
arms to receive a hug from
and a friend whose heart and soul loves you.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
I wish that with these words I could craft
a warm nest to nuzzle in
or a pair of cupped hands
or an alcove of bubble wrap
I wish that with these words I could
protect you from the harsh ones
or not let you see the stares
or shield your worrying mind from its own thoughts
But I can't.
no matter what words I write
they cannot create a shelter
no matter how hard I hug you
you are still exposed to the world
no matter how many "Its okay"'s I whisper
you still shake your head in disbelief
I'm sorry my words aren't enough
I cant craft them into an alcove of safety
or hide you from the judgmental world
or comfort you until you're truly okay.
But what I can offer is this:
a shoulder to cry on
lips to give advice from
arms to receive a hug from
and a friend whose heart and soul loves you.
For Sophia
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