O Love save me
For the night is long
And my heart is a door
Left open in the storm
Save me
From the weight of my own thoughts
From the echoes that return
With no mercy
From the shadows that knows
My name too well
O Love save me
Not with grand miracles
But with the quiet things
A steady breath
A gentle touch
The warmth of someone
Who refuses to let go
Save me
From the places I wander
When I feel unheld
From the cold rooms
I build inside myself
From the silence
That grows teeth
O Love save me
Because I am trying
Because I am tired
Because even the strongest hearts
Need somewhere soft
To fall
And if you can’t save me
Then stay with me
While I learn
How to save myself
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