Will you be my friend?
When daylight fades to darkness
And I call you beautiful in the moonlight
Will you hold my hand?
Will you be my friend?
After everything and
When Everyone has gone away
Will you be the one?
Will you be my friend?
Everlasting and steadfast
When I stand alone against my own rage
Will you sing to soothe me?
Will you be my friend?
As the sun rises over the horizon
And your eyes light up my world
Will you see my smile return?
Will you be my friend?
A lone voice above all the others
Will you help me return to Atlas' shoulders
When the weight of the world has gone wrong again
Will you be my friend?
After everything
Will you take my heart away and leave
Me and you against the world
Me and you against the world.
My friend.
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Showing posts with label Cry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cry. Show all posts
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Strike and Bruise (Not All Scars are Seen)
You hit me again today
A one two punch of degradation and insults
A right cross of
"I don't care how you feel"
That brings forth tears
Followed by a left hook of
Real men don't cry
Real. Men.
Don't. Cry.
After that come the jabs
reminding me of every wrong
Every sin ever committed against you
And how each one is my fault
You skillfully dodge my responses
Continuing to make me responsible for your pain
As I say
Baby please, just stop, just listen
You respond that communication is useless
And uppercut me with accusations of abuse and manipulation
I lower my defenses to show you
I mean no harm
That all I want is to talk
That all I feel is love
That all I want is you
You hit me again today
Only I am made of glass
And I have shattered under your knockout blow
Ground to sand under the weight
of what you see
And as I begin to blow away in the breeze
I hear again
Real men don't cry.
Real. Men.
Don't. Cry.
They Shatter
A one two punch of degradation and insults
A right cross of
"I don't care how you feel"
That brings forth tears
Followed by a left hook of
Real men don't cry
Real. Men.
Don't. Cry.
After that come the jabs
reminding me of every wrong
Every sin ever committed against you
And how each one is my fault
You skillfully dodge my responses
Continuing to make me responsible for your pain
As I say
Baby please, just stop, just listen
You respond that communication is useless
And uppercut me with accusations of abuse and manipulation
I lower my defenses to show you
I mean no harm
That all I want is to talk
That all I feel is love
That all I want is you
You hit me again today
Only I am made of glass
And I have shattered under your knockout blow
Ground to sand under the weight
of what you see
And as I begin to blow away in the breeze
I hear again
Real men don't cry.
Real. Men.
Don't. Cry.
They Shatter
Labels:
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Crying,
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emotional,
Emotional Abuse,
Pain,
Poem,
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Real men don't cry,
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Shattered,
Strike and Bruise
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