The bed feels empty,Like an infantI curl up in your arms,To feel your warmth. In the corner of a cityWhere no one pitiesI look for you every time,Like an arrow aimed to my head. Run your fingers through my hair,Comfort me through the rain,As I kneel before you,Shine your light upon me,And take me in. As I lie on the bathroom floor,When I push you away,Do not shudder,For I am Judas,But Oh dear hear my pleas. But when I look out the window,And as the light shines upon me,Dried sorrows fade away,And be the answer to my prayers. Let your