Thursday, June 14, 2007

Ain’t Just Words

Solace and comfort,
In my arms aplenty.
You, my friend can
Seek them from me.

My spirit, they say,
Is quite infectious.
Won’t blame you,
If you feel it too.

Your blood-stained face,
Makes no difference to me.
You just need this shoulder,
This shoulder to lie on.

All questions can wait,
Oh… the world can wait;
Weep away, sigh away,
Sob and lie awake;
I will weep, sigh, sob
And lie awake with you,
Yes, I will.
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