Private Thoughts

Nothing too heavy,
nothing too deep.
Nothing to keep you up
while I try to sleep.

Your hands are cold,
the story's getting old.
I can't see through
your words half told.

I want to hold you close.
Show you, you deserve the most.
But nothing comes of nothing,
my favourite wedding toast.

I want to hold your hand,
then maybe you'd understand,
I'll be here until the fall
of the final sand.

I need a beating heart,
to still my pain.
But nothing comes of nothing,
so no one is to blame.

-Steven French