turn to me

when it is hard to see,
when tears fill the hollows
of the deepest
and darkest and
most consuming of sorrows,
baby, turn to me;

when there is little light,
and you have run out of fight,
with the hole in your heart
growing,
baby, turn to me;

when the hurt seems to be
all that you are worth,
remember, in those empty aches,
our love has what it takes,
baby, turn to me.



May 15, 2009.

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