Your beautiful soul
‘Cause you’re going through hell
and yet you persist,
With humour and zeal
even when you’re up
against strong opposition,
So much pain crammed
and locked in your heart,
Mostly to protect those who trespassed against you,
Rather than to resuscitate yourself,
It hangs over me, so heavy,
That then it was I
that became the main source of your pain,
The night I became the world’s worst best-friend.
Somehow you forgave me,
Well,
At least that’s what you said.
Got Jeff Tweedy on my stereo,
Singing broken-hearted lullabies
that ring at the door of my house,
Can you hear it,
from your side of town?
There’s so much I wish I could take back,
‘Cause I knew what’d been going down
around us,
Preceding the storm that hit
the night
I swallowed my pride and coughed it up on that boy’s bed,
In front of you,
and pressured you to come along,
Yeah you were right there beside us
And yet we carried on,
Neglecting the fact
That you just needed my shoulder
To rest your muddled head upon
and my ears to listen
to you process life
when you were feeling less than alright,
Now I’m eternally hoping
that you’re as okay as you say.
Yes and so good and I think I know the background because of our discussion last night.xx
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This one is intensely personal & quite complex, unrelated to last night’s chat. but hey, all poetry is open to the reader’s interpretation
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