This Is Why She Sits
Her touch saves
And her heart cries
Though she'll silence it
For their sake
She doesn't chase the wake
Emotions fragile like a kid
Squinting for the trip wire
Closes her eyes till it goes away
But she needs
A hand to hold
And someone to see
When her glance shifts
And speak a million words
By simply brushing away
Her hair and pain
This poem is about:
Me
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