Shadows of Yours

The worst sort of man,

A dog, he called himself

And he laid down and cut it short for love.

I’ve cried those tears, knowing

Just how hard the fight can be.

Don’t

Give

Up.

Sometimes just making yourself believe that tomorrow is better

Makes you the champion of today.

Nighttime, don’t steal my days;

They are my utter salvation.

Tears, don’t linger too long on the words.

You know well and deep what that does to your poor heart,

And your poor life right along with it.

You will be better

You are NOT the sort of person that gives up.

That bar will never come down

Don’t you DARE stop clinging on for dear life.

That power is coming straight from inside

Given straight from above

A long, long time ago.

A gift that precious was given for the express purpose

never to be wasted.

Claw your way out, darling.

Let yourself be pulled from your rubble and

Don’t ever stop hoping.

Stop your shivering wet midnight wanderings and

Sleep sound in love,

The love you’ll never have to cry without.

Find in the desolate man the assurance

That the hand that holds yours as you stare death in the face

Is the one that will always, always pull you out.