Your voice echoes in every thought played out in my mind.
Take me with you and lets brave that rough storm you’re in.
With a crooked finger I beg you to come to me
Just to hold you for a little while
Just to brush the pain from your face with my lips.
Would you listen to the melody of my voice?
Could you accept my soothing words?
My fingers in your curls
Your head in my lap
If I could, I would take your sadness away
For a little while
Until I see that faint smile
And know that, for now, we braved the storm.
reflections of an unquiet mind 