Have you ever just wanted to love someone so deep that it penetrates their soul?
Embrace them warmly, make them feel whole
Have you ever wanted to wipe a strangers tears away?
Hold their hand?
Transfer all the love and good vibes you store inside, just so they know they’re loved?
You see, we have a strange habit of giving flowers when they’re gone.
And grieving loudly. And publicly.
We look past the hurt and the pain and the signs.
They ignore it and we do too.
I talk to God about you He doesn’t give me much info He sort of just leaves me wondering if it’s real I talk to God about you And I still don’t know what we’re doing Sometimes it feels real Sometimes I feel like I’m on the outside looking in I talk to God about you Hoping and praying that you’re the key to unlock my hopeless heart But he doesn’t give me much info He just listens And when I ask for signs I’m sure he sends them, but I’m not good at catching them I talk to God a