Softest Grace

Shattered Shits

I wanna be your tears,

Born from your eyes, 

A whisper of your fears,

Beneath the skies.

 

Sliding down your cheek,

With gentle grace,

The secrets that you seek,

In every trace.

 

Dying on your lips,

Softly I fade,

In tender, fleeting sips,

Where dreams are laid.

 

To feel your heart so near,

In love's embrace,

I long to be your tear,

Your softest grace.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Soft and tender this poem pleads to be empathetically a part of another's sorrow. Most lovely

  • Poetic Licence

    Beautifully written piece, soft and caring in their wish to share their sorrow, nicely expressed and written



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