Sometimes my heart is far away,
And I have nothing to give.
I need arms to surround me,
To hold still my spiraling mind.
When my eyes are the colour
Of a stormy April sky,
I need to hear another heartbeat
Before the funnel cloud touches down.
For someone else to understand
That I need shelter from myself,
Has not happened yet,
And it seems impossible,
Because every other one
Just wants to take, and take,
And I cry as they leave,
And they leave
Because my heart is far away,
And they say
They don’t fancy all of this rain.
This is not the way
That I mean to be,
The harder I push,
The more I need someone to stay.
When my heart is buried deep within
I need someone who is able to give
Just a little of their time,
Without the expectation of words,
And to reassure me,
That this sadness cannot last forever.