Your eyes
I see your trust
broken and shattered
I know you are hurting
Sad sad eyes
I cry with you
under the moonlight
the brightest stars
Your troubled tears
let me wipe them
A third eye kiss
passion on your dry lips
Rain pouring
no colorful rainbows
baby, let me
hold you through this hurt
Give me your
hand...
running into
the night... passionately
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Author:
Alta H Mabin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2019 12:47
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Beautiful words and comforting gestures...we can only offer a loving helping hand..🌹
Wonderful words Alta, may we all be there to help others in need.
OK, here's my hand. You got a torch? Can't see much in this dark night!
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