Loving and being loved does not cure the Depression and the angst,
It merely puts a damper on things,
When I become enthralled by emotional Withdraw, having you there to comfort me is Much more than I could have ever asked for,
You'll pick me up, brush me off and tell me Everything is alright,
Hugs, kisses, cuddles, soft words, anything that Can make the echoes of what my demons, Outside and inside, have told me throughout The day will fill the space between us,
Whatever I've been blamed for, all of the Confidence that I have lost,
It is brought back, by you, elegantly, careful of Where you tread.
The sound of your voice echoes, much louder Than any monster controlling my head,
But it does not silence them,
And that is alright, because that is not what Love is for.
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Words Can't Cover Me
PoetryMental Thoughts As I Begin Facing Things Alone. In Poetry Form.
