Aching Heart

Oh heart, why choose to love? Shoulders, what attracts you to carry? The days when I can't eat, the nights I can't sleep, I ask myself if mournful tears make things any better; if growling stomachs offer up any benefits. Knowing not the answer, I realize prayers are formed when the tears fall. My heart calls out to Jesus at every murmur from my tummy; and those weary blue eyes understand the moments when they won't be lulled to sleep- they can be lulled into prayer. Jesus, protect my precious friend. I love you.
-Cole