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I know that I’m not what you want, But here’s my shoulder now To lean on. Break it with your weight – I’ll steady you somehow.
I know that I’m not what you need, My arms can’t bear your load; They’re weak, but look – my legs are strong! I’ll walk you down this road.
And if we come across your monsters, Though I can’t fight, I’ll be your shield. And if you trip on past emotions, I will hold you ‘til you’re healed. I will hold you ‘til you’re healed.
Because I’m shallow, weak, and useless, I cannot understand – But I can listen to your stories And I can hold your hand.
I pray God sends the person who Can save you from your fear. But, until you find your savior, Know that I am here.
First poem I've posted on here in a while. Tell me what you think!
This post has been edited by LiVenture17 on May 19 2012, 01:53 AM
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[marq=left]"Sometimes strength is being the last one left standing. And sometimes it's being the first to fall . . ." - Vuny[/marq]
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