Let me hide
in the caverns
of your heart
Those carved out
from
the pain
the grief
the cruelties of
this world
have left you
with a space in
the middle of
your soul
without pieces of
yourself
Let me hide
in those shallowness
Can you hear
the wind is playing
I promise to
be careful
with the sharp edges
Let me hide
in the cliffs
of your sadness
just above the sea
of your tears
Where the
flowers
smiles
don’t grow
maybe I
can plant them
there
I read some time ago about a time traveler, and how he was incapable of loving his (now) partner because they were too soft, too new. He used to hide in the holes left there by the war.
Maybe we can't always love them, maybe we need to hurt and be hurt to learn to love them.
Maybe before the holes, we couldn't fit, not really.
