“Here we are again
with hands full of empty
threats and with our hearts
full of hope that maybe
this time will be our time.
Why has it been so hard
trying to let go?
How can we love so much
but know so little?
I have your voice
playing on repeat
in my head. There is no
white noise inside of this tune.
I find comfort
inside of your melody
and inside of this chaos
that we have not
yet learned how to control.”
- CB
Published on November 21, 2015 11:03