unwavering…

in a world so cold and hostile,
we struggle to speak of love
waiting for the day that those three words will reach us,
waiting for it to run towards these arms riddles with scars
can you hear me shouting out your name?
read my lips,
it’s a wish wanting to be unbound
yearning for the times when we once loved,
not caring if the beauty if this world is tossed aside
we can always just find a new world for our own
where the moon could cast a shining light
warmth sliding through the adverse night
yes, let’s find that kind of place…
a place where we can believe in love once again