Crumpled, litte heart, you shouldn’t be ashamed to cry. When screams that were never supposed to be your lullaby, intrude the safety of the blanket caressing you at night, I’ll shelter your anxious teardrops and catch them with my bare hands. Turn them into golden gusts of hope that will pass you by in any darkness. So dream, dream on. His voice will then rustle so very still, die out somewhere in the back of your mind.
Ashes of brokeness will no longer endanger your once so beautiful smile. Daybreak will kiss your shivering lips and you’ll no longer know the meaning of goodbye.
So these moment he takes your breath away, dream… dream on.
-Written for a friend…because that’s what friends are for, sweetheart-