When he Cries

Laguna

I see poetry in your eyes,
your heart spilling out when the tears fall down your face,
and I want to entrust you with my soul.

You've been a prisoner of injustice,
treading through the world with chains desperately clinging to your ankles,
your legs filled with a surge of ambition to break free.

I hear music when you yell out in anger.
I want to yank your sadness away with my fingers,
let your pain melt in the palm of my hands.

  • Author: Laguna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2024 12:48
  • Category: Love
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  • sorenbarrett

    A comforting and reassuring poem, one of kindness and generosity nicely worded

  • Young Fella

    Thanks for sharing this nice work. Great lines. Enjoyed the flow. Keep writing.



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