Monday, November 10, 2014

nov pad 2014 10: in trouble

you make me
grow weary
with all the sadness
you feel

you make me
get teary
with all the trouble
you face

if i could 
trace back
to when i 
first met you

i'd think harder
about following you

the victim
the hurt one

the child in the corner
with all the bandaids
on her knees

don't you know
how tiring it is
picking you up

over and 
over again

smiling and saying 
"there there"

when i want to be

but near you


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