I can see your small frame shake and quiver
hands cover your tear stained face
I look at you and am at a loss
I'm not sure what to do
I wrap my arms around you
not a word is said
as I stay by your side letting your
tears stain my bed
I stroke your hair and silently comfort you
I'm still not sure what to do
finally after an eternity of tears you look up
you dry your eyes
I smile
we stay there motionless
I'm unsure as I pull you close
I kiss you tenderly and shut my eyes
for now I know
angels do cry














Comments
Very beautifully written as well.
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People ask me why I am like this way so I tell them the truth. They don't believe me and say I'm lying. They ask me why I do the things I do so I lie and tell them it's for the trill of living.
heh thanks and thanks for the fave
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a friend would lend u her umbrella in the rain
a best friend would take urs and say "Run bitch run!"
I'm the kind of girl that when my feet hit the floor in the morning the devil says "oh crap she's up."
Sometimes sin's a pleasure, and pleasure's a sin
You're very welcome.
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a friend would lend u her umbrella in the rain
a best friend would take urs and say "Run bitch run!"
I'm the kind of girl that when my feet hit the floor in the morning the devil says "oh crap she's up."
Sometimes sin's a pleasure, and pleasure's a sin
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Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer a oil painting, and autumn an mosaic of them all. ~Stanley Horowitz
^^
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a friend would lend u her umbrella in the rain
a best friend would take urs and say "Run bitch run!"
I'm the kind of girl that when my feet hit the floor in the morning the devil says "oh crap she's up."
Sometimes sin's a pleasure, and pleasure's a sin
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