lets begin again!

how can we compare?

how do we begin to become?

for the years we've been observers,

only listeners, and crutches to the weak,

I've gladly cooperated for the years,

and i gladly will,

but who listens to the listener?

with hands over our mouths no one hears our cries,

our longing to be heard,

when our hearts break,

who holds the pieces until we find peace?

i'll gladly listen to your needs, 

i'll help in whatever way i can, 

but with each word that passes i grow weak with discomfort,

i only wish my half of the story could be heard,

my story that proclaims my need for your voice,

and your heart,

such calm, and subtle words that flow into my ear,

they drift through my head for days,

we want to be heard, 

we want to be held,

we want to be loved