Insular and salutary,
trying to keep warm our bodies and personalities.
On our sides, into our corners.
Always to keep warm.
Warmer still.
Cling to your hopes.
Hands hold these scrapes placed in passing
our lives through doors.
All these digital connections
lose signal before the best comes to fruition.
But there are echoes within walls,
inside walls, inside walls,
like nesting dolls.
Lean on your hopes.
Shoulders bear scrapes placed in passing
our lives through doors. And nothing more
Some nights I rather wander in the cold
than surround myself with all the warmth in the world.
And in those moments alone
everything is beautiful!
Yeah, in the moments alone
everything is beautiful:
seeing anywhere else
through no one else's eyes!
We don't want for much,
but what about for love?
WHAT ABOUT FOR LOVE??!!
What about for love?
