Cushion.

Mon, 06/30/2014 - 12:49 -- emmuh

I don't

understand

what it feel like

for someone close to die.

 

I can sympathize.

I am unable to empathize.

 

My hand is held out;

I love you,

I do.

 

Take my hand and

if not,

lay your head on my boob.

 

I'll listen the

whole time -

whether silence

or voice.

 

Caress your cheek

or no touch

I'm here for you;

your choice.

 

Dear, I have sorrow

Your pain

affects me.

 

I'm here and I'll listen.

We'll lay and we'll sleep.

 
 
 

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