Wondering Clouds

What is it like to feel loved? Does it feel like a place called home? Unhinged, real, warm, fuzzy — A place that protects you, A place you can come back to. What is it like to feel loved? I wonder if I’ll ever get to know. ’Cause all people seem to do is find flaws in you. I’m losing my spark beyond repair, Walking through an empty field, All damp and cold. Wishing someone would come and behold, With the warmth of love — And only then will I know how it feels to be loved.

Some hugs are healing — They feel like home, Mending your heart and soul. Some hugs are healing — They bring a warmth unknown, A comfort that makes you feel whole. Some hugs are healing — But then they don't last forever. And when they fade, They leave you emptier than before...

Life is Fleeting One moment you are there, And the next, vanished into thin air. Only people in pain are the ones left behind, Longing for that hug, The unsaid words, And everything in between. They crossed the bridge, But you are here— Pain that the heart cannot bear. It is hard. They say, “This too shall pass. And you need to be strong.” But all you want Is to shatter into pieces, ’Coz that is the only way you can survive the pain. Tears roll down your eyes, And that is your only respite. And that is your only respite.