arm and heart

arms are warm. molding, and soft.
but, what do they really mean?
how do they really help?
why do they even help at all?
When I feel dejected, rejected,
alone. They don't help.
At least, not really. Not at all.
They can't love. they can't help me love.
you dont' really help me through hard times.
nobody does. i just need someone to
BE who i need. who will love me unconditionally.
who will SEE me. so when i want to hug Go
d. so when i cry, and cry, and cry some more,
because i CAN'T understand, and i CAN'T see,
and i CAN'T love like i'm supposed to,
i can be with the being who KNOWS. and know,
that his arms are not there for a reason.
because his heart is strong enough to heal my deepest wounds,
and get me back on my feet to fall right back down again.
When she hurts me. When he hurts me.
When they all hurt me.
He kisses my bleeding knees, and sends me
down the road again. with his arms, on my shoulders,
and his heart in mine.