Sometimes you may just need to hear kind loving words; other
times you might need those arms to roll up and fold around your ribs to squeeze
your burdens out… When you are worn-out,
you may long for that shoulder to soak it in your tears, while you lean your
head on… You wish those hands would slide on your cheeks wiping sorrows that have
been draining your eyes and rub warm your back to comfort you bringing down the
castle of your fears.
Sometimes you crave the heart that beats to the beat of
yours. A heart that would listen, understand and speak right into yours …whose touch
would cure the ache. You yearn to the eyes that would look through yours, right
into your precious core, and see how diamonds and pearls are found pitiful for falling
short of your equity.
Who would that be? Who would have those arms and whose heart
would it be? Who would collect bits and pieces of the broken you. Bit by bit
would fit you together and fill your cracks, fashioning a fresher new YOU. A new
YOU that would be incomparably wondrous than the one you ever aspired to be.
Who would watch you while you’re sleeping, waiting for you
to shine back the day. While you lay your head on his knees, he would run his palm
through your hair combing your worries away and melting down your doubts. Who
would drink you sip by sip and never would waste a drop of you. Who would offer
himself flesh and blood to keep your heart intact.
Sometimes, even more often than sometimes, you dream of such
heart to be yours, or to be yours…
Andy.
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